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
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?
A mist should be small
So should a crow
A iris
The sound of a shaminsen played by a sister
#Poem
So should a crow
A iris
The sound of a shaminsen played by a sister
#Poem
November 29, 2025 at 8:10 PM
A mist should be small
So should a crow
A iris
The sound of a shaminsen played by a sister
#Poem
So should a crow
A iris
The sound of a shaminsen played by a sister
#Poem
A snow should be plump
So should a nightingale
The glimpse of a nightingale in the seventh month in the autumn snow
A freshly cut rose in a korean vase
#Poem
So should a nightingale
The glimpse of a nightingale in the seventh month in the autumn snow
A freshly cut rose in a korean vase
#Poem
November 29, 2025 at 2:10 PM
A snow should be plump
So should a nightingale
The glimpse of a nightingale in the seventh month in the autumn snow
A freshly cut rose in a korean vase
#Poem
So should a nightingale
The glimpse of a nightingale in the seventh month in the autumn snow
A freshly cut rose in a korean vase
#Poem
We travelled from the capital. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As the dawn rose, Nara shrine came into view,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
As the dawn rose, Nara shrine came into view,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
November 29, 2025 at 8:10 AM
We travelled from the capital. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As the dawn rose, Nara shrine came into view,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
As the dawn rose, Nara shrine came into view,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
As the sun rose, I watched the fog in winter,
it cannot be
As the sun rose, I watched the fog in winter,
it cannot be
November 29, 2025 at 1:54 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
As the sun rose, I watched the fog in winter,
it cannot be
As the sun rose, I watched the fog in winter,
it cannot be
We travelled from the capital. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, I watched the turbulent waves at Nara,
how can you be so cold?
As I like awake, I watched the turbulent waves at Nara,
how can you be so cold?
November 28, 2025 at 7:54 PM
We travelled from the capital. As we stopped to rest, we wrote poems:
As I like awake, I watched the turbulent waves at Nara,
how can you be so cold?
As I like awake, I watched the turbulent waves at Nara,
how can you be so cold?
A bronze shawl should be old
So should a crow
A friend's lover
A young servant
#Poetry
So should a crow
A friend's lover
A young servant
#Poetry
November 28, 2025 at 1:54 PM
A bronze shawl should be old
So should a crow
A friend's lover
A young servant
#Poetry
So should a crow
A friend's lover
A young servant
#Poetry
Things That Are Rare
A tanka
A plover
The sight of a koto in the spring
#JAPAN
A tanka
A plover
The sight of a koto in the spring
#JAPAN
November 28, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Things That Are Rare
A tanka
A plover
The sight of a koto in the spring
#JAPAN
A tanka
A plover
The sight of a koto in the spring
#JAPAN
A sun should be plump
So should a poem
The sight of a white silk robe in the summer
The rustle of a grey hat
#Nihon
So should a poem
The sight of a white silk robe in the summer
The rustle of a grey hat
#Nihon
November 28, 2025 at 1:37 AM
A sun should be plump
So should a poem
The sight of a white silk robe in the summer
The rustle of a grey hat
#Nihon
So should a poem
The sight of a white silk robe in the summer
The rustle of a grey hat
#Nihon
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
how sad it is,
my heart is like the sparrows of Nara
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
how sad it is,
my heart is like the sparrows of Nara
November 27, 2025 at 7:37 PM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
how sad it is,
my heart is like the sparrows of Nara
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
how sad it is,
my heart is like the sparrows of Nara
Incomparable Things
The glimpse of a yellow sleeve in the seventh month
The sound of a shaminsen played by a peasant in the autumn
The sound of a sutra read by a kind boy in the eighth month
#JAPAN
The glimpse of a yellow sleeve in the seventh month
The sound of a shaminsen played by a peasant in the autumn
The sound of a sutra read by a kind boy in the eighth month
#JAPAN
November 27, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Incomparable Things
The glimpse of a yellow sleeve in the seventh month
The sound of a shaminsen played by a peasant in the autumn
The sound of a sutra read by a kind boy in the eighth month
#JAPAN
The glimpse of a yellow sleeve in the seventh month
The sound of a shaminsen played by a peasant in the autumn
The sound of a sutra read by a kind boy in the eighth month
#JAPAN
Things That Are Unsuitable
The sight of a flute in the tenth month
A lover's daughter
The sight of a slipper
#JAPAN
The sight of a flute in the tenth month
A lover's daughter
The sight of a slipper
#JAPAN
November 27, 2025 at 7:37 AM
Things That Are Unsuitable
The sight of a flute in the tenth month
A lover's daughter
The sight of a slipper
#JAPAN
The sight of a flute in the tenth month
A lover's daughter
The sight of a slipper
#JAPAN
A plover should be light
So should a gull
The glimpse of a purple northern shawl
A grass
#Japan
So should a gull
The glimpse of a purple northern shawl
A grass
#Japan
November 27, 2025 at 1:03 AM
A plover should be light
So should a gull
The glimpse of a purple northern shawl
A grass
#Japan
So should a gull
The glimpse of a purple northern shawl
A grass
#Japan
Poetic Things
A cat
The rustle of a Chinese slipper in the autumn
The sight of a koto
#JAPAN
A cat
The rustle of a Chinese slipper in the autumn
The sight of a koto
#JAPAN
November 26, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Poetic Things
A cat
The rustle of a Chinese slipper in the autumn
The sight of a koto
#JAPAN
A cat
The rustle of a Chinese slipper in the autumn
The sight of a koto
#JAPAN
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
When I woke, I watched the hens of old,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
When I woke, I watched the hens of old,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
November 26, 2025 at 1:03 PM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
When I woke, I watched the hens of old,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
When I woke, I watched the hens of old,
sails glint in the sun carrying us across the sorrow filled sea of life
Things That Are Pitiable
A single reed in a old vase
A ox
One time when my friend sent me a note and my sister person read it
#JAPAN
A single reed in a old vase
A ox
One time when my friend sent me a note and my sister person read it
#JAPAN
November 26, 2025 at 7:03 AM
Things That Are Pitiable
A single reed in a old vase
A ox
One time when my friend sent me a note and my sister person read it
#JAPAN
A single reed in a old vase
A ox
One time when my friend sent me a note and my sister person read it
#JAPAN
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
If I had not come to this place
I surely would never have heard
the ring of the temple bell at Izumo
If I had not come to this place
I surely would never have heard
the ring of the temple bell at Izumo
November 26, 2025 at 12:38 AM
The empress held a poetry contest. My entry caused a great stir:
If I had not come to this place
I surely would never have heard
the ring of the temple bell at Izumo
If I had not come to this place
I surely would never have heard
the ring of the temple bell at Izumo
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
My sleeves are soaked with dew,
the lonesome night is like a young hunter resting
My sleeves are soaked with dew,
the lonesome night is like a young hunter resting
November 25, 2025 at 6:38 PM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
My sleeves are soaked with dew,
the lonesome night is like a young hunter resting
My sleeves are soaked with dew,
the lonesome night is like a young hunter resting
Common Things
One day when I was in Ise and I saw cranes flying over the hills
Back when we were choosing incense and I saw a monk burning incense
A sutra
#JAPAN
One day when I was in Ise and I saw cranes flying over the hills
Back when we were choosing incense and I saw a monk burning incense
A sutra
#JAPAN
November 25, 2025 at 12:38 PM
Common Things
One day when I was in Ise and I saw cranes flying over the hills
Back when we were choosing incense and I saw a monk burning incense
A sutra
#JAPAN
One day when I was in Ise and I saw cranes flying over the hills
Back when we were choosing incense and I saw a monk burning incense
A sutra
#JAPAN
A shaded slipper should be old
So should a iris
A singing starling
A ox
#Poetry
So should a iris
A singing starling
A ox
#Poetry
November 25, 2025 at 6:38 AM
A shaded slipper should be old
So should a iris
A singing starling
A ox
#Poetry
So should a iris
A singing starling
A ox
#Poetry
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
This morning, I caughtthe sound of the stream,
we must part
This morning, I caughtthe sound of the stream,
we must part
November 25, 2025 at 12:09 AM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
This morning, I caughtthe sound of the stream,
we must part
This morning, I caughtthe sound of the stream,
we must part
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,
how sad it is,
my empty bed is as a snipe above the Western Gate
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
how sad it is,
my empty bed is as a snipe above the Western Gate
November 24, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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,
how sad it is,
my empty bed is as a snipe above the Western Gate
The smoke that drifted in the wind has vanished in the sky,
how sad it is,
my empty bed is as a snipe above the Western Gate
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
My brushstrokes that used to flow like water will not come,
my name lies forgotten,the clouds at dusk
My brushstrokes that used to flow like water will not come,
my name lies forgotten,the clouds at dusk
November 24, 2025 at 12:09 PM
I stayed for a while at another villa. When I left, I wrote my hosts the following lines:
My brushstrokes that used to flow like water will not come,
my name lies forgotten,the clouds at dusk
My brushstrokes that used to flow like water will not come,
my name lies forgotten,the clouds at dusk
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 few grasses in a patterned vase
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a few grasses in a patterned vase
November 24, 2025 at 6:09 AM
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 few grasses in a patterned vase
Had I not stayed awake this night
I surely would never have seen
a few grasses in a patterned vase