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 Nov 4, 2009 18:33:56 GMT -5
11/04/09
Grey marbled morning
Retreats before the noon sun
Into the high hills.
Ever-fickle autumn plays
Her tricks again and again.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 5, 2009 11:36:08 GMT -5
Though only the weeds
of the northern capital
may now remember,
Ancient rivers still inspire
The new poets of today.
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Post by inume on Nov 5, 2009 14:26:57 GMT -5
The best modern thing
Is being whom you want to:
A woman warrior,
A gentleman gardener
We can now just be human.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 5, 2009 18:33:11 GMT -5
Ramparts of dark clouds
Advance upon the east hills
With desperate speed.
Is that pounding rain I hear
Or is it all in my head?
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Post by inume on Nov 6, 2009 10:48:32 GMT -5
Yuki-onna's touch
Withers the garden's beauty.
Steaming, frothy jade
Will protect my heart from her.
Will it also save my soul?
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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 Nov 6, 2009 18:29:26 GMT -5
Clouds race and tumble,
Yet for all that, it seems
Such a timid rain.
Mist would be more aggressive
Than this pathetic dripping!
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 6, 2009 20:15:24 GMT -5
Quickly scribbled words
Hastily find the paper
Where they settle down
To what literary hell
Shall such doggerel descend?
Comment: I'm never pleased with the stuff I find myself overly rushing to get out.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 7, 2009 12:07:40 GMT -5
Good friends, together Like Liu Bei and his brothers Feast and make ready, Who knows whether tomorrow Will bring glory or defeat? Comment: Nothing like making armor and weapons with friends the day before fighting.  |
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Post by inume on Nov 7, 2009 17:24:33 GMT -5
Light the brazier soon
And fetch some of the heavy quilts.
Persimmon sun sets
And I am distracted by
Trivial knowledge of the world.
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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 Nov 7, 2009 18:10:32 GMT -5
Three kites, a basket,
A charming tanuki and
Onigiri molds.
A thirty dollar spree nets
Much at the 100 yen store.
(The poem was too short to list the bamboo strainer or the four tenugui....)
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 8, 2009 11:06:51 GMT -5
Five, seven, and Five
The first phrase is often whole--
A single triplet;
And yet what is it without
That seven seven couplet?
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 8, 2009 12:43:11 GMT -5
Five, seven, and Five The first phrase is often whole-- A single triplet; And yet what is it without That seven seven couplet? Haiku.  |
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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 Nov 8, 2009 12:50:59 GMT -5
11/8/09
The morning threatens
Escape from my control as
I gaze to the east.
Masts rise from the marina
And trees blaze upon the hills.
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Post by Nagamochi on Nov 8, 2009 23:23:50 GMT -5
Summer's warm embrace
Lingers on bittersweetly
For one final hug.
How pretty her bright robes swish
To wipe away gloom with thoughts.
Hehehe... It was 60 degrees. In Wisconsin. In November!
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Post by inume on Nov 9, 2009 0:41:28 GMT -5
The sweet taste of sake
with friends as warm as the fire
Are enough to tempt
Any one to stay out too late
And lie about how much one drank...
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