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JAPANESE poems on semi are usually very brief; and my collection chiefly

consists of _hokku_,--compositions of seventeen syllables. Most of these

_hokku_ relate to the sound made by the semi,--or, rather, to the

sensation which the sound produced within the poet's mind. The names

attached to the following examples are nearly all names of old-time

poets,--not the real names, of course, but the _go_, or literary names

by which artists and men of letters are usually known.

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Yokoi Yayu, a Japanese poet of the eighteenth century, celebrated as a

composer of _hokku_, has left us this naive record of the feelings with

which he heard the chirruping of cicadae in summer and in autumn:--

"In the sultry period, feeling oppressed by the greatness of the

heat, I made this verse:--

"Semi atsushi

Matsu kirabaya to

Omou-made.

[The chirruping of the semi aggravates the heat until I wish

to cut down the pine-tree on which it sings.]

"But the days passed quickly; and later, when I heard the crying

of the semi grow fainter and fainter in the time of the autumn

winds, I began to feel compassion for them, and I made this

second verse:--

"Shini-nokore

Hitotsu bakari wa

Aki no semi."

[Now there survives

But a single one

Of the semi of autumn!]

Lovers of Pierre Loti (the world's greatest prose-writer) may remember

in _Madame Chrysantheme_ a delightful passage about a Japanese

house,--describing the old dry woodwork as impregnated with sonority by

the shrilling crickets of a hundred summers.[30] There is a Japanese

poem containing a fancy not altogether dissimilar:--

Matsu no ki ni

Shimikomu gotoshi

Semi no koe.

Into the wood of the pine-tree

Seems to soak

The voice of the semi.

[30] Speaking of his own attempt to make a drawing of the

interior, he observes: "Il manque a ce logis dessine son

air frele et sa sonorite de violon sec. Dans les traits de

crayon qui representent les boiseries, il n'y a pas la

precision minutieuse avec laquelle elles sont ouvragees, ni

leur antiquite extreme, ni leur proprete parfaite, _ni les

vibrations de cigales qu' elles semblent avoir emmagasinees

pendant des centaines d'etes dans leurs fibres

dessechees_."

A very large number of Japanese poems about semi describe the noise of

the creatures as an affliction. To fully sympathize with the complaints

of the poets, one must have heard certain varieties of Japanese cicadae

in full midsummer chorus; but even by readers without experience of the

clamor, the following verses will probably be found suggestive:--

Ware hitori

Atsui yo nari,--

Semi no koe!

--BUNSO.

Meseems that only I,--I alone among mortals,--

Ever suffered such heat!--oh, the noise of the semi!

Ushiro kara

Tsukamu yo nari,--

Semi no koe.

--JOFU.

Oh, the noise of the semi!--a pain of invisible seizure,--

Clutched in an enemy's grasp,--caught by the hair from behind!

Yama no Kami no

Mimi no yamai ka?--

Semi no koe!

--TEIKOKU.

What ails the divinity's ears?--how can the God of the Mountain

Suffer such noise to exist?--oh, the tumult of semi!

Soko no nai

Atsusa ya kumo ni

Semi no koe!

--SAREN.

Fathomless deepens the heat: the ceaseless shrilling of semi

Mounts, like a hissing of fire, up to the motionless clouds.

Mizu karete,

Semi wo fudan-no

Taki no koe.

--GEN-U.

Water never a drop: the chorus of semi, incessant,

Mocks the tumultuous hiss,--the rush and foaming of rapids.

Kageroishi

Kumo mata satte,

Semi no koe.

--KITO.

Gone, the shadowing clouds!--again the shrilling of semi

Rises and slowly swells,--ever increasing the heat!

Daita ki wa,

Ha mo ugokasazu,--

Semi no koe!

--KAFU.

Somewhere fast to the bark he clung; but I cannot see him:

He stirs not even a leaf--oh! the noise of that semi!

Tonari kara

Kono ki nikumu ya!

Semi no koe.

--GYUKAKU.

All because of the Semi that sit and shrill on its branches--

Oh! how this tree of mine is hated now by my neighbor!

This reminds one of Yayu. We find another poet compassionating a tree

frequented by semi:--

Kaze wa mina

Semi ni suwarete,

Hito-ki kana!

--CHOSUI.

Alas! poor solitary tree!--pitiful now your lot,--every breath

of air having been sucked up by the semi!

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