Sei Shonagon
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Lists and poems generated by a https://nearley.js.org/ grammar, inspired by The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon, and incompetently coded by @irapley
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
This morning, I watched the woods of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
This morning, I watched the woods of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
December 6, 2025 at 11:17 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
This morning, I watched the woods of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
This morning, I watched the woods of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
A koto should be light
So should a tanka
The rustle of a shaded Korean robe
The rustle of a sandal in the winter fog
#Poetry
So should a tanka
The rustle of a shaded Korean robe
The rustle of a sandal in the winter fog
#Poetry
December 6, 2025 at 4:42 AM
A koto should be light
So should a tanka
The rustle of a shaded Korean robe
The rustle of a sandal in the winter fog
#Poetry
So should a tanka
The rustle of a shaded Korean robe
The rustle of a sandal in the winter fog
#Poetry
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
There is no comfort left to me,
my cares are like a crow above Sugamo shrine
There is no comfort left to me,
my cares are like a crow above Sugamo shrine
December 5, 2025 at 10:42 PM
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
There is no comfort left to me,
my cares are like a crow above Sugamo shrine
There is no comfort left to me,
my cares are like a crow above Sugamo shrine
Amusing Things
The rustle of a bronze northern gown in the summer fog
In the sixth month when daughter was just leaving and I saw snow falling in the guardhouse by the front gate
The rustle of a sandal
#JAPAN
The rustle of a bronze northern gown in the summer fog
In the sixth month when daughter was just leaving and I saw snow falling in the guardhouse by the front gate
The rustle of a sandal
#JAPAN
December 5, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Amusing Things
The rustle of a bronze northern gown in the summer fog
In the sixth month when daughter was just leaving and I saw snow falling in the guardhouse by the front gate
The rustle of a sandal
#JAPAN
The rustle of a bronze northern gown in the summer fog
In the sixth month when daughter was just leaving and I saw snow falling in the guardhouse by the front gate
The rustle of a sandal
#JAPAN
A flower should be new
So should a patterned fan
A turtle
The glimpse of a hen in the first month
#Nihon
So should a patterned fan
A turtle
The glimpse of a hen in the first month
#Nihon
December 5, 2025 at 10:42 AM
A flower should be new
So should a patterned fan
A turtle
The glimpse of a hen in the first month
#Nihon
So should a patterned fan
A turtle
The glimpse of a hen in the first month
#Nihon
The empress held a poetry contest. Her poem was a great succes:
As the sky rose, I watched the dogs of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
As the sky rose, I watched the dogs of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
December 5, 2025 at 4:15 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. Her poem was a great succes:
As the sky rose, I watched the dogs of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
As the sky rose, I watched the dogs of Izumo,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
A green box should be new
So should a pheasant
A lotus
The sound of a sutra read by a friend
#Literature
So should a pheasant
A lotus
The sound of a sutra read by a friend
#Literature
December 4, 2025 at 10:15 PM
A green box should be new
So should a pheasant
A lotus
The sound of a sutra read by a friend
#Literature
So should a pheasant
A lotus
The sound of a sutra read by a friend
#Literature
A child should be plump
So should a salmon
The rustle of a patterned northern robe
The glimpse of a young lover in the eighth month
#Nihon
So should a salmon
The rustle of a patterned northern robe
The glimpse of a young lover in the eighth month
#Nihon
December 4, 2025 at 4:15 PM
A child should be plump
So should a salmon
The rustle of a patterned northern robe
The glimpse of a young lover in the eighth month
#Nihon
So should a salmon
The rustle of a patterned northern robe
The glimpse of a young lover in the eighth month
#Nihon
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, I watched the room of old,
we must part
As I like awake, I watched the room of old,
we must part
December 4, 2025 at 10:15 AM
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, I watched the room of old,
we must part
As I like awake, I watched the room of old,
we must part
One morning, after Yasunari left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper It read:
As the stars rose, I watched the noise of the sea at Izumo,
how can you be so cold?
As the stars rose, I watched the noise of the sea at Izumo,
how can you be so cold?
December 4, 2025 at 3:44 AM
One morning, after Yasunari left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper It read:
As the stars rose, I watched the noise of the sea at Izumo,
how can you be so cold?
As the stars rose, I watched the noise of the sea at Izumo,
how can you be so cold?
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
Had I not stopped to rest
I surely would never have seen
the pear trees which line the brook
Had I not stopped to rest
I surely would never have seen
the pear trees which line the brook
December 3, 2025 at 9:44 PM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
Had I not stopped to rest
I surely would never have seen
the pear trees which line the brook
Had I not stopped to rest
I surely would never have seen
the pear trees which line the brook
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
My pen will not come,
the lonesome night is like a group of divers at work under the stars by night
My pen will not come,
the lonesome night is like a group of divers at work under the stars by night
December 3, 2025 at 3:44 PM
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
My pen will not come,
the lonesome night is like a group of divers at work under the stars by night
My pen will not come,
the lonesome night is like a group of divers at work under the stars by night
Things That Are Wanton
The sound of a sutra read by a boy in the spring shade
Back when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the forest
A gold plate
#JAPAN
The sound of a sutra read by a boy in the spring shade
Back when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the forest
A gold plate
#JAPAN
December 3, 2025 at 9:44 AM
Things That Are Wanton
The sound of a sutra read by a boy in the spring shade
Back when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the forest
A gold plate
#JAPAN
The sound of a sutra read by a boy in the spring shade
Back when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the forest
A gold plate
#JAPAN
A heron should be dark
So should a lotus
A cuckoo
The sight of a patterned sandal
#Japan
So should a lotus
A cuckoo
The sight of a patterned sandal
#Japan
December 2, 2025 at 10:08 PM
A heron should be dark
So should a lotus
A cuckoo
The sight of a patterned sandal
#Japan
So should a lotus
A cuckoo
The sight of a patterned sandal
#Japan
A white silk robe should be large
So should a dog
A rose
A rose
#Literature
So should a dog
A rose
A rose
#Literature
December 2, 2025 at 4:08 PM
A white silk robe should be large
So should a dog
A rose
A rose
#Literature
So should a dog
A rose
A rose
#Literature
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a oak tree in the early evening
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a oak tree in the early evening
December 2, 2025 at 10:08 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a oak tree in the early evening
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a oak tree in the early evening
A shaded gown should be large
So should a grass
The sight of a crane in the fifth month in the autumn
A turtle
#Literature
So should a grass
The sight of a crane in the fifth month in the autumn
A turtle
#Literature
December 2, 2025 at 3:39 AM
A shaded gown should be large
So should a grass
The sight of a crane in the fifth month in the autumn
A turtle
#Literature
So should a grass
The sight of a crane in the fifth month in the autumn
A turtle
#Literature
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter bound with rough cord It read:
When I woke, I caughtthe sound of the tumbling stream,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
When I woke, I caughtthe sound of the tumbling stream,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
December 1, 2025 at 9:39 PM
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter bound with rough cord It read:
When I woke, I caughtthe sound of the tumbling stream,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
When I woke, I caughtthe sound of the tumbling stream,
boats drifting in the current carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
The empress held a poetry contest. Her poem was a great succes:
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a willow tree in the morning
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a willow tree in the morning
December 1, 2025 at 3:39 PM
The empress held a poetry contest. Her poem was a great succes:
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a willow tree in the morning
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a willow tree in the morning
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
the willow trees which line the stream
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
the willow trees which line the stream
December 1, 2025 at 9:39 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
the willow trees which line the stream
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
the willow trees which line the stream
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have seen
a fresh lily in a blue vase
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have seen
a fresh lily in a blue vase
December 1, 2025 at 2:40 AM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have seen
a fresh lily in a blue vase
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have seen
a fresh lily in a blue vase
One morning, after Yasunari left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper I replied:
Though my hems are soaked with dew, you bid me come,
my tear stained hems are like a freshly cut iris in a korean vase
Though my hems are soaked with dew, you bid me come,
my tear stained hems are like a freshly cut iris in a korean vase
November 30, 2025 at 8:40 PM
One morning, after Yasunari left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper I replied:
Though my hems are soaked with dew, you bid me come,
my tear stained hems are like a freshly cut iris in a korean vase
Though my hems are soaked with dew, you bid me come,
my tear stained hems are like a freshly cut iris in a korean vase
One morning, after Yasunari left, he sent me a letter bound with rough cord It read:
Though I long for you, who will warm my bed,
my love is as the Yoshino temple of Osaka gate
Though I long for you, who will warm my bed,
my love is as the Yoshino temple of Osaka gate
November 30, 2025 at 2:40 PM
One morning, after Yasunari left, he sent me a letter bound with rough cord It read:
Though I long for you, who will warm my bed,
my love is as the Yoshino temple of Osaka gate
Though I long for you, who will warm my bed,
my love is as the Yoshino temple of Osaka gate
Timely Things
A bear
The song of a duck in the sixth month
In the tenth month when the Empress sent me a poem and the envelope was wrapped with irises
#JAPAN
A bear
The song of a duck in the sixth month
In the tenth month when the Empress sent me a poem and the envelope was wrapped with irises
#JAPAN
November 30, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Timely Things
A bear
The song of a duck in the sixth month
In the tenth month when the Empress sent me a poem and the envelope was wrapped with irises
#JAPAN
A bear
The song of a duck in the sixth month
In the tenth month when the Empress sent me a poem and the envelope was wrapped with irises
#JAPAN
We travelled from the capital. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
This morning, Yodo bay came into view,
how can you be so cold?
This morning, Yodo bay came into view,
how can you be so cold?
November 30, 2025 at 2:10 AM
We travelled from the capital. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
This morning, Yodo bay came into view,
how can you be so cold?
This morning, Yodo bay came into view,
how can you be so cold?