Falling, the long rain,
the color from the flower,
the eye through the world.
A tanka that I've managed to render as a haiku. In Chinese literature two people separated in space are connected by their gazing at the same moon. Perhaps, separated in time from Komachi and her original readers, we can make a similar connection with them through contemplation of an instance of the same phenomenon that Komachi pondered.
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