Reading each poem there seems to be a wistful reach to hold on to something fleeting. The authors are searching or missing something. That could be peace, comfort, and/or love. Love is not just a person, Kakinomoto Hitomaro's lament for Prince Hainami ,or of a place (Japan itself) like in Emperor Jomei's In Praise of Japan, but it could be a thing, like the poems about the seasons. Overall, this grouping of poems brings a feeling of longing, loneliness, and grasping onto to something only to watch it fade
Reading each poem there seems to be a wistful reach to hold on to something fleeting. The authors are searching or missing something. That could be peace, comfort, and/or love. Love is not just a person, Kakinomoto Hitomaro's lament for Prince Hainami ,or of a place (Japan itself) like in Emperor Jomei's In Praise of Japan, but it could be a thing, like the poems about the seasons. Overall, this grouping of poems brings a feeling of longing, loneliness, and grasping onto to something only to watch it fade