Text(Edward G. Seidensticker; The Tale of Genji) |
<The Meiden> p384-01 The hills were high in the southeast quarter, where spring-blossoming trees and bushes were planted in large numbers. The lake was most ingeni-ously designed. Among the plantings in the forward parts of the garden were cinquefoil pines, maples, cherries, wisteria, yamabuki,* and rock aza-lea, most of them trees and shrubs whose season was spring. Touches of autumn too were scattered through the groves. <Butterflies> p419-09 Yellow yamabuki reflected on the lake as if about to join its own image. <Butterflies> p419-15 "The breezes blow, the wave flowers brightly blossom. Will it be the Cape of Yamabuki?" <Butterflies> p419-17 "Is this the lake where flows the River of Ide, † That yamabukishould plunge into its depths?" <Butterflies> p422-16 The birds brought cherry blossoms in silver vases, the butterflies yamabuki in gold vases. In wonderfully rich and full bloom, they completed a perfect picture. <The Typhoon> p464-16 She was not perhaps the equal of the other lady of whom he had recently had a glimpse, but she brought a smile of pleasure all the same. She would not have seemed in hopeless competition with Murasaki. He thought of a rich profusion of yamabuki sparkling with dew in the evening twilight. <The Cypress Pillar> p508-30 The Third Month came. Wisteria and yamabuki were in brilliant flower. <The Wizard> p725-37 Tears darkened the yellow cascade of yamabuki. <The Wizard> p727-12 "She is no longer here to enjoy her spring flowers, and I am afraid that they do very little for me these days. But if they are beautiful anywhere it is on an altar." He paused. "And her yamabuki―it is in bloom as I cannot remember having seen it before. The sprays are gigantic. |