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
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
my pillow lies cold,
my name lies forgotten,the night above the woods at dawn
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
my pillow lies cold,
my name lies forgotten,the night above the woods at dawn
February 9, 2026 at 3:50 AM
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
my pillow lies cold,
my name lies forgotten,the night above the woods at dawn
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
my pillow lies cold,
my name lies forgotten,the night above the woods at dawn
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
If I had not come to this place
When should I have seen
a plover
If I had not come to this place
When should I have seen
a plover
February 8, 2026 at 9:22 PM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
If I had not come to this place
When should I have seen
a plover
If I had not come to this place
When should I have seen
a plover
Things That Are Amusing
The song of a heron in the autumn snow
A crow
The rustle of a veil
#JAPAN
The song of a heron in the autumn snow
A crow
The rustle of a veil
#JAPAN
February 8, 2026 at 3:22 PM
Things That Are Amusing
The song of a heron in the autumn snow
A crow
The rustle of a veil
#JAPAN
The song of a heron in the autumn snow
A crow
The rustle of a veil
#JAPAN
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
When I woke, Yoshino bay came into view,
dawn still will not come
When I woke, Yoshino bay came into view,
dawn still will not come
February 8, 2026 at 9:22 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
When I woke, Yoshino bay came into view,
dawn still will not come
When I woke, Yoshino bay came into view,
dawn still will not come
A small gown should be old
So should a duck
A carp
The glimpse of a shaminsen in the third month
#Literature
So should a duck
A carp
The glimpse of a shaminsen in the third month
#Literature
February 8, 2026 at 3:22 AM
A small gown should be old
So should a duck
A carp
The glimpse of a shaminsen in the third month
#Literature
So should a duck
A carp
The glimpse of a shaminsen in the third month
#Literature
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
The tolling of the temple bell tells me the morning has come,
how sad it is,
the lonesome night is like a few nightingales on the wing
The tolling of the temple bell tells me the morning has come,
how sad it is,
the lonesome night is like a few nightingales on the wing
February 7, 2026 at 8:28 PM
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
The tolling of the temple bell tells me the morning has come,
how sad it is,
the lonesome night is like a few nightingales on the wing
The tolling of the temple bell tells me the morning has come,
how sad it is,
the lonesome night is like a few nightingales on the wing
Adorable Things
A friend's young lover
The glimpse of a ox in the second month
The song of a egret
#JAPAN
A friend's young lover
The glimpse of a ox in the second month
The song of a egret
#JAPAN
February 7, 2026 at 2:28 PM
Adorable Things
A friend's young lover
The glimpse of a ox in the second month
The song of a egret
#JAPAN
A friend's young lover
The glimpse of a ox in the second month
The song of a egret
#JAPAN
Things That Are Shameful
The sound of a poem read by a peasant in the spring
The rustle of a silver veil
A cat
#JAPAN
The sound of a poem read by a peasant in the spring
The rustle of a silver veil
A cat
#JAPAN
February 7, 2026 at 8:28 AM
Things That Are Shameful
The sound of a poem read by a peasant in the spring
The rustle of a silver veil
A cat
#JAPAN
The sound of a poem read by a peasant in the spring
The rustle of a silver veil
A cat
#JAPAN
A snipe should be rare
So should a nightingale
A sutra
A boar
#Poem
So should a nightingale
A sutra
A boar
#Poem
February 7, 2026 at 2:28 AM
A snipe should be rare
So should a nightingale
A sutra
A boar
#Poem
So should a nightingale
A sutra
A boar
#Poem
A gull should be small
So should a single lotus in a blue vase
A envelope
A freshly cut grass in a small vase
#Poem
So should a single lotus in a blue vase
A envelope
A freshly cut grass in a small vase
#Poem
February 6, 2026 at 8:23 PM
A gull should be small
So should a single lotus in a blue vase
A envelope
A freshly cut grass in a small vase
#Poem
So should a single lotus in a blue vase
A envelope
A freshly cut grass in a small vase
#Poem
The empress held a poetry contest. Her poem was a great succes:
Though the days fly by, who will warm my bed,
our love is as the dawn above the forest in the afternoon
Though the days fly by, who will warm my bed,
our love is as the dawn above the forest in the afternoon
February 6, 2026 at 2:23 PM
The empress held a poetry contest. Her poem was a great succes:
Though the days fly by, who will warm my bed,
our love is as the dawn above the forest in the afternoon
Though the days fly by, who will warm my bed,
our love is as the dawn above the forest in the afternoon
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
If I had slept this night
When should I have seen
a willow tree in summer
If I had slept this night
When should I have seen
a willow tree in summer
February 6, 2026 at 8:23 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
If I had slept this night
When should I have seen
a willow tree in summer
If I had slept this night
When should I have seen
a willow tree in summer
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
This morning, I caughtthe call of the crow in autumn,
fishermen dotted amongst the islets carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
This morning, I caughtthe call of the crow in autumn,
fishermen dotted amongst the islets carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
February 6, 2026 at 2:23 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
This morning, I caughtthe call of the crow in autumn,
fishermen dotted amongst the islets carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
This morning, I caughtthe call of the crow in autumn,
fishermen dotted amongst the islets carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have heard
the sound of the heron in the afternoon
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have heard
the sound of the heron in the afternoon
February 5, 2026 at 7:56 PM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have heard
the sound of the heron in the afternoon
Had I not travelled to see you
I surely would never have heard
the sound of the heron in the afternoon
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper It read:
Had I not stayed awake this night
When should I have seen
a bunch of lotuses
Had I not stayed awake this night
When should I have seen
a bunch of lotuses
February 5, 2026 at 1:56 PM
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper It read:
Had I not stayed awake this night
When should I have seen
a bunch of lotuses
Had I not stayed awake this night
When should I have seen
a bunch of lotuses
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, I watched the moon above the forest in autumn,
how can you be so cold?
As I like awake, I watched the moon above the forest in autumn,
how can you be so cold?
February 5, 2026 at 7:56 AM
We travelled from the city. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, I watched the moon above the forest in autumn,
how can you be so cold?
As I like awake, I watched the moon above the forest in autumn,
how can you be so cold?
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter wrapped with fresh grasses. It read:
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
who will warm my bed,
my empty bed is like the woods of Ise
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
who will warm my bed,
my empty bed is like the woods of Ise
February 5, 2026 at 1:56 AM
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter wrapped with fresh grasses. It read:
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
who will warm my bed,
my empty bed is like the woods of Ise
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
who will warm my bed,
my empty bed is like the woods of Ise
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
Though the days fly by, you bid me come,
my cares are as the night above the hills in autumn
Though the days fly by, you bid me come,
my cares are as the night above the hills in autumn
February 4, 2026 at 7:31 PM
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
Though the days fly by, you bid me come,
my cares are as the night above the hills in autumn
Though the days fly by, you bid me come,
my cares are as the night above the hills in autumn
Things That Are Woeful
The call of a heron
The glimpse of a crane in the summer shade
A purple plate
#JAPAN
The call of a heron
The glimpse of a crane in the summer shade
A purple plate
#JAPAN
February 4, 2026 at 1:31 PM
Things That Are Woeful
The call of a heron
The glimpse of a crane in the summer shade
A purple plate
#JAPAN
The call of a heron
The glimpse of a crane in the summer shade
A purple plate
#JAPAN
Things That Are Shocking
One time when the Empress was in mourning and I saw mist in the hills
A singing partridge
In the fifth month when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the roadway
#JAPAN
One time when the Empress was in mourning and I saw mist in the hills
A singing partridge
In the fifth month when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the roadway
#JAPAN
February 4, 2026 at 7:31 AM
Things That Are Shocking
One time when the Empress was in mourning and I saw mist in the hills
A singing partridge
In the fifth month when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the roadway
#JAPAN
One time when the Empress was in mourning and I saw mist in the hills
A singing partridge
In the fifth month when I was travelling and I saw snow falling in the roadway
#JAPAN
Timely Things
The rustle of a red northern shawl
A carp
The sound of a tanka read by a priest in the fifth month
#JAPAN
The rustle of a red northern shawl
A carp
The sound of a tanka read by a priest in the fifth month
#JAPAN
February 4, 2026 at 1:31 AM
Timely Things
The rustle of a red northern shawl
A carp
The sound of a tanka read by a priest in the fifth month
#JAPAN
The rustle of a red northern shawl
A carp
The sound of a tanka read by a priest in the fifth month
#JAPAN
A snow should be rare
So should a patterned scroll
A goose
A tanka
#Japan
So should a patterned scroll
A goose
A tanka
#Japan
February 3, 2026 at 7:27 PM
A snow should be rare
So should a patterned scroll
A goose
A tanka
#Japan
So should a patterned scroll
A goose
A tanka
#Japan
Things That Are Wanton
One day when I was new to the palace and I saw snow falling in the palace gardens
A turtle
The sight of a vase
#JAPAN
One day when I was new to the palace and I saw snow falling in the palace gardens
A turtle
The sight of a vase
#JAPAN
February 3, 2026 at 1:27 PM
Things That Are Wanton
One day when I was new to the palace and I saw snow falling in the palace gardens
A turtle
The sight of a vase
#JAPAN
One day when I was new to the palace and I saw snow falling in the palace gardens
A turtle
The sight of a vase
#JAPAN
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper I replied:
This morning, I caughtthe song of the cuckoo,
you do not call for me
This morning, I caughtthe song of the cuckoo,
you do not call for me
February 3, 2026 at 7:27 AM
One morning, after my lover left, he sent me a letter on Chinese paper I replied:
This morning, I caughtthe song of the cuckoo,
you do not call for me
This morning, I caughtthe song of the cuckoo,
you do not call for me
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, Osaka barrier temple came into view,
you do not call for me
As I like awake, Osaka barrier temple came into view,
you do not call for me
February 3, 2026 at 1:27 AM
We travelled from the palace. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, Osaka barrier temple came into view,
you do not call for me
As I like awake, Osaka barrier temple came into view,
you do not call for me