This night in Ubatama, I often think that it will be another year before dawn (Minamoto no Sanetomo)

The year is finally over, and the long-awaited spring is just around the corner. However, it seems that human thinking is not so simple. Facing a flower that was about to burst, I withdrew my outstretched hand. “This night, please don’t dawn! Even if it's just for a little while, I want to immerse myself in this year, which will be our farewell forever.'' What are you hesitant about, what are you afraid of? Today, too, the poet is Minamoto no Sanetomo, and the years flow by like the Uji River. That feeling was short-lived, and tonight, as it was drawing to a close, pitch black darkness began to cover it.

(One poem that turns every day)

Learn the basics of waka poetry and try reciting it!

We are holding a "Utajuku" with the goal of learning from representative classical works and being able to compose traditional "Waka" on an individual basis!