Classic Poem

Like a patterned robe
dyed with young lavender
from the fields of Kasuga,
my tangled feelings
know no bounds.
He wrote this rapidly, in a single line. He must have been very pleased with himself. The poem is of the same tenor as the following:

Whose fault is it
that my feelings are tangled
as the dyed patterns
on cloth from Michinoku?
Surely not mine . . . .