The Village of Falling Flowers

THE outlook was very black. Not only were his private affairs in a state of grievous entanglement, but also his position at Court was being made every day more difficult. So despondent did he become that he had serious thoughts of giving everything up and quitting the Capital. But this was by no means easy now that so many persons were dependent upon him. For example there was Lady Reikeiden, a lady of his father’s Court. She had no children to look after her and had, since the old Emperor’s death, been living in very bad circumstances. But for Genji’s assistance she would never have pulled through. With her lived a sister much younger than herself with whom he had once had a fugitive affair when both of them were living at the Palace. He never forgot anyone to whom he had stood, even for the briefest period, in such a relation as this. Their friendship had never been resumed; but he had reason to suppose that on her side the attachment was still as strong as ever. During the period of emotional tumult through which he had just passed he had many times brooded upon his relations with this lady. At last he felt that he could neglect her no longer, and the rains of the fifth month having given place to an enchanting spell of fine warm weather, he set out for her sister’s house. He went without any outriders and took care that there should be nothing to distinguish his coach from that of an ordinary individual. As he was nearing the Middle River he noticed a small house standing amid clumps of trees. There came from it the sound of some one playing the zithern; a well-made instrument, so it seemed, and tuned to the eastern mode.²¹⁴ It was being excellently played. The house was quite near the highway and Genji, alighting for a moment from the carriage, stood near the gate to listen. Peeping inside he saw a great laurel-tree quavering in the wind. It reminded him of that Kamo festival long ago, when the dancers had nodded their garlands of laurel and sun-flower.²¹⁵ Something about the place interested him, seemed even to be vaguely familiar. Suddenly he remembered that this was a house which he had once visited a long while before. His heart beat fast.... But it had all happened too long ago. He felt shy of announcing himself. All the same, it seemed a pity to pass the house without a word, and for a while he stood hesitating. Just when he was about to drive away, a cuckoo flew by. Somehow its note seemed to be an invitation to him to stay, and turning his chariot he composed the following poem, which he gave into Koremitsu’s hands: ‘Hark to the cuckoo’s song! Who could not but revisit the hedge-row of this house where once he sung before?’ There seemed to be several people sitting together in a room on the left. This must be the lady’s own apartment. Several of the voices Koremitsu thought he could remember having heard before. He made a slight noise to attract attention and delivered the poem. He could hear it being discussed within by a number of young women who seemed somewhat puzzled by it. Presently a reply was brought: ‘That to my garden Cuckoo has returned, his song proclaims. But how, pray, should I see him, caged behind the summer rain?’ Koremitsu made sure that they were only pretending not to know who their visitor was. The lady indeed, though she hid her feelings from the rest, was very loath to send Koremitsu away with this hollow message. But so long a time had elapsed since her adventure with Genji that she may very well have had good reasons for doing so. Suddenly, as he drove away, there came into his mind a picture of this lady dancing with four others at the Palace. Yes, that was who she was. She had been one of the Gosechi dancers one winter long ago. How much he had admired her! And for a moment he felt about her exactly as he had felt before. It was this strange capacity of his for re-creating in its full intensity an emotion suspended for months or even years and overlaid by a thousand intervening distractions, that gained for him, faithless though he was, so large a number of persistent admirers.

The outlook was bleak. His private affairs were painfully tangled, and his position at Court grew more difficult each day. He became so discouraged that he seriously considered giving everything up and leaving the Capital. But that was not easy, now that so many people depended on him. One was Lady Reikeiden, a lady of his father’s Court. She had no children to care for her and had lived in very poor circumstances since the old Emperor’s death. Without Genji’s help, she would never have survived. Lady Reikeiden lived with a much younger sister. Genji had once had a brief affair with her when they both lived at the Palace. He never forgot anyone with whom he had shared such a relationship, however briefly. They had not renewed their friendship, but he had reason to think her feelings for him were still as strong as ever. During the emotional turmoil he had just been through, he had often thought about his relationship with her. At last, he felt he could neglect her no longer. The rains of the fifth month had given way to a lovely spell of warm, clear weather, so he set out for her sister’s house. He went without outriders and made sure his carriage looked no different from anyone else’s. As he neared the Middle River, he noticed a small house surrounded by clusters of trees. Someone inside was playing the zithern. It seemed to be a well-made instrument, tuned to the eastern mode.²¹⁴ The playing was excellent. The house stood close to the highway, and Genji stepped out of his carriage to listen by the gate. Peering inside, he saw a great laurel tree trembling in the wind. It reminded him of the Kamo festival long ago, when the dancers had nodded their garlands of laurel and sunflower.²¹⁵ Something about the place interested him. It even seemed vaguely familiar. Suddenly he remembered visiting the house a long time ago. His heart beat fast.... But it had all happened too long ago, and he felt shy about announcing himself. Even so, it seemed a pity to pass without a word, and he hesitated for a while. Just as he was about to drive away, a cuckoo flew past. Somehow its call seemed to invite him to stay. He turned his carriage and composed this poem, which he gave to Koremitsu: ‘Listen to the cuckoo’s song! Who could resist returning to the hedge of this house, where he once sang before?’ Several people seemed to be sitting together in a room on the left. This must be the lady’s own room. Koremitsu thought he recognized several of the voices. He made a slight noise to attract their attention and delivered the poem. He heard several young women inside discussing it. They seemed rather puzzled. Soon a reply came: ‘The cuckoo’s song tells me he has returned to my garden. But how can I see him, shut away behind the summer rain?’ Koremitsu was sure they were only pretending not to know who their visitor was. The lady herself hid her feelings from the others. In truth, she was very reluctant to send Koremitsu away with this empty reply. But so much time had passed since her adventure with Genji that she may well have had good reasons for doing so. As Genji drove away, he suddenly remembered seeing this lady dancing with four others at the Palace. Yes, that was who she was. She had been one of the Gosechi dancers one winter long ago. How much he had admired her! For a moment, he felt exactly as he had felt then. He had a strange ability to bring back a feeling in all its intensity, even after months or years of absence and a thousand distractions in between. Though he was unfaithful, this ability won him a great many lasting admirers.

At last he arrived at Lady Reikeiden’s house. Noting that it wore an aspect fully as cheerless and deserted as he had feared, he hastened at once to the elder lady’s room. They talked much of old times and the night was soon far advanced. It was the twentieth day and the moon had now risen, but so tall were the surrounding trees that the garden still looked dark and gloomy as before. The lady herself sat in a room pervaded by the fragrance of orange-trees. She was no longer young, but still preserved much dignity and charm. Though she had never been singled out as a particular favourite with the late Emperor, they had been on very familiar terms and she was able to entertain Genji with many intimate recollections of his father’s life and habits. Indeed so vivid a picture of those old days soon rose before his mind that the tears came into his eyes. A cuckoo was suddenly heard in the garden outside, perhaps the very same that had sung when he was waiting at the gate of the little house; its note at any rate seemed strangely similar. Had it followed him? Pleased with this idea he sang softly to himself the old song ‘Knows the cuckoo when he sings?’ Presently he handed to her this poem: ‘“It is the scent of orange-trees that draws the cuckoo to the village of falling flowers.” I knew you would remind me of many things that I would not gladly forget; that is why I made my way straight to your room. Though life at Court gives me much both to think of and to feel, there are often times when I should like to have about me people who would talk of the past, and now that the world has given its allegiance to new powers such people are hard to find. But if I, amid the bustle of the town, feel this deprivation, how much the more must you in your long hours of tedious inactivity!’

At last he arrived at Lady Reikeiden’s house. It looked just as gloomy and deserted as he had feared, so he hurried to the elder lady’s room. They talked at length about old times, and soon it was late at night. It was the twentieth day, and the moon had risen. But the surrounding trees were so tall that the garden still looked as dark and gloomy as before. The lady sat in a room filled with the scent of orange trees. She was no longer young, but she still had much dignity and charm. Though she had never been a particular favorite of the late Emperor, they had been close. She was able to entertain Genji with many personal memories of his father’s life and habits. Soon the past seemed so vivid to him that tears came to his eyes. Suddenly, a cuckoo called from the garden outside. Perhaps it was the same one that had sung while he waited at the gate of the little house. Its call certainly sounded strangely similar. Had it followed him? Pleased by the thought, he sang the old song softly to himself: ‘Knows the cuckoo when he sings?’ Soon he handed her this poem: ‘“It is the scent of orange trees that draws the cuckoo to the village of falling flowers.” I knew you would remind me of many things I would not willingly forget. That is why I came straight to your room. Though life at Court gives me much to think and feel about, I often wish for company. I would like to have people around me who would talk about the past. Now that the world has given its loyalty to new powers, such people are hard to find. But if I miss them amid the bustle of town, how much more must you miss them? You spend so many long, dull hours with nothing to do!’

His prospects had indeed changed very much for the worse since she had first known him, and he certainly seemed to feel those changes deeply. But if her heart went out to him it was perhaps rather because of his youth and beauty than because she regarded his position in the world as calling for any particular commiseration. She answered him with the poem: ‘To these wild gardens and abandoned halls only the scent of orange-trees could draw the traveller’s steps!’ She said no more and he took his leave. Yes, despite the fact that greater beauties had overshadowed her at his father’s Court, this lady had a singular charm and distinction of her own.

His prospects had grown much worse since she first knew him, and he certainly seemed to feel the change deeply. But if her heart went out to him, it was perhaps more because of his youth and beauty. She did not necessarily think his position in the world deserved any particular sympathy. She replied with a poem: ‘Only the scent of orange trees could draw a traveler to these wild gardens and abandoned halls!’ She said no more, and he left. Yes, though greater beauties had overshadowed her at his father’s court, this lady had a distinct charm of her own.

Her sister was living in the western wing. He did not hide from her that he was only calling upon her on his way from Lady Reikeiden’s rooms. But in her delight at his sudden arrival and her surprise at seeing him under circumstances so different she forgot to take offence either at his having visited her sister first or having taken so long in making up his mind to come at all. The time that they spent together was in every way successful and agreeable, and she can scarcely have thought that he did not care for her.

Her sister lived in the western wing. He did not hide that he was visiting her on his way from Lady Reikeiden’s rooms. But she was delighted by his sudden arrival and surprised to see him under such different circumstances. She forgot to be offended that he had visited her sister first or taken so long to decide to come. Their time together was pleasant and successful in every way. She can hardly have thought that he did not care for her.

It was often thus with those whom he met only in this casual way. Being women of character and position they had no false pride and saw that it was worth while to take what they could get. Thus without any ill will on either side concerning the future or the past they would enjoy the pleasure of each other’s company, and so part. However, if by chance anyone resented this kind of treatment and cooled towards him, Genji was never in the least surprised; for though, as far as feelings went, perfectly constant himself, he had long ago learnt that such constancy was very unusual. The lady in the little house by the road-side was clearly an example of the latter class; she had resented the infrequence of his visits and no longer felt disposed to receive him.

This often happened with women he met only casually. They were women of character and standing, without false pride. They saw that it was worth taking what they could get. So they would enjoy each other’s company and part without any bitterness about the past or the future. Sometimes, though, a woman resented being treated this way and grew cool toward him. Genji was never surprised. Although his own feelings were perfectly constant, he had long ago learned that such constancy was very unusual. The lady in the little house by the roadside was clearly one of those who resented such treatment. She resented how rarely he visited and no longer wanted to receive him.