Late autumn makes my heart quiet and lonely.

   Today is November 1st. Just two months remain in this year. I was thinking about such things and re-read my blog posts, then I found the right picture. It reminded me of the following poet by 王維 (Chinese : Wáng Wéi, Japanese : Ōi). The title is 竹里館, 竹里館 literally means bamboo village mansion.
 

• Rough translation of the poem
  Sitting alone in the thick bamboo-grove
  Playing a koto and reciting a poem with a resonant voice
  Nobody knows me that hiding in the deep grove
  Only Moon visiting and lighting me

明　深　弾　獨
月　林　琴　坐
來　人　復　幽
相　不　長　篁
照　知　嘯　裏

   If you read the poem, read top to bottom and right to left.