Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 7, 2011 17:54:17 GMT -5
Chaotic winds beat
Blossoms from flailing branches,
A snowless blizzard.
Clouds race each other to cross
The line of the eastern hills.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 8, 2011 19:06:13 GMT -5
Fox paws on the roof
Patter even as the sun
Peeps through the window.
The afternoon is confused
By rain and wind off the bay.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 8, 2011 20:35:53 GMT -5
Paper and inkbrush
Are easily brought to hand
But where's the runner?
Now the ship is sailing out
So posting will have to wait.
What man can live on
Salted fish and sour wine
In times of hardship?
The sound of laughing banquets
Is hollow out in the streets.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 8, 2011 22:18:02 GMT -5
As a prisoner
Who has just wrongly confessed
faces punishment,
How great then is his relief
For even a slight reprieve.
(In Ancient China, a confession was required before a sentence could be pronounced, and therefore the constables would often beat the confession out of a prisoner; they would sometimes beat them more if they denied the charges. As one can guess, this often led to people wrongly confessing. Casebooks often refer to virtuous judges finding new evidence and overturning these bad convictions, but one can only guess how many people never had a successful appeal.)
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Post by Sugawara no Naeme on Apr 8, 2011 23:58:42 GMT -5
Borne by temperance
Creativity may die.
What is the option
To walk along a fresh path
Or follow the steady course?
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 9, 2011 10:30:23 GMT -5
They start while it's dark
Chirping relentlessly near
An open window.
To greet dawn so cheerfully
I'd need a decent night's rest.
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Post by Ishida Kentarou Mitsumasa on Apr 9, 2011 23:07:10 GMT -5
Armored men stood ready.
The call to battle sounded
And they became beasts.
I, remaining just a man,
was crushed under each stampede.
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 10, 2011 1:12:07 GMT -5
Water falling from the sky
seems unnatural to me
after a dry winter.
But it is true, what they say
Even in Aten, the sun sets.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 10, 2011 7:00:10 GMT -5
From garuda's perch
To the land of the naga,
We are departing
Two days on the naga's back
To that shining capital.
Heading out to the Mekong tomorrow and headed to Luang Prabang to celebrate the new year (Pi Mai... aka Songkran).
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 10, 2011 12:05:17 GMT -5
Perhaps this day is
Better spent on kite flying
Than flower viewing.
Such a rough handed spring has
Tattered so many branches.
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Post by Sugawara no Naeme on Apr 10, 2011 13:53:50 GMT -5
A whirlwind of calm
In the motion of the hands
The tama empty
Repetition forms purpose
Spiraling red, black, and white.
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 11, 2011 18:07:09 GMT -5
When Basho fell ill,
he embarked on a
journey through the grass.
I do not wish to die here
soon I must travel by boat.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 11, 2011 19:19:28 GMT -5
Where do I find it? What is this thingummy called? Why do it that way? The days are not long enough To answer all your questions. Present company excepted.  |
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 12, 2011 18:50:26 GMT -5
Graceful branches reach
Towards the skylight, posing
Like a small dancer.
Potted nature makes me pause
Each time I mount the stairway.
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Saionji Shonagon
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One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 13, 2011 21:23:09 GMT -5
Ruthlessly I prune
Lanky tendrils gone amok,
Cutting their lifeline.
Yet a jar of water holds
New promise with those cuttings.
(My philodendron was getting completely out of hand.....)
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