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 4, 2011 17:23:27 GMT -5
Fingers of sunlight
Reach through the window, taunting
As I try to work.
Thoughts of a stroll by the bay
Distract me from my duties.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 4, 2011 18:52:27 GMT -5
Who would find themselves
In the shade of the peach tree
Without any fear?
Accuser or the accused--
Both hold the gavel in fear
Written while reading the "T'ang Yin Pi Shih" ("Parallel Cases Under the Pear Tree", trans. as "Crime and Punishment in Ancient China" by R. H. van Gulik)--a S. Song dynasty casebook of 72 pairs of cases. The "Pear Tree" is an allusion to the court.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 4, 2011 18:55:25 GMT -5
Warmth wrapped in the cold
My feet wrapped in bandages
Ah, it hurts, it hurts
The blood seeps, a bright, bright red
Sleep cannot come too soon
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Post by Sugawara no Naeme on Apr 4, 2011 23:10:17 GMT -5
The howl of sirens
Bring terror to city ears
Swirling winds invade
Lights flicker, thunder deafens
Life in tornado alley.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 5, 2011 8:48:06 GMT -5
As the sun drops down
Over turbulent West Lake
Winds churn the water
What does that lone fisherman
Hope to catch this evening?
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 5, 2011 10:53:38 GMT -5
Early in the morning
the woodpecker is already at
work, carving his tomb.
My father's grave is unmarked;
let none wash stones for me.
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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 5, 2011 22:55:01 GMT -5
A fingernail moon
Pursues the last rosy tracks
Of the vanished sun.
Tired and hungry, I turn home
To an empty, silent house.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Apr 6, 2011 9:02:54 GMT -5
Outside my window
I thought I heard a bird sing
Shut up, stupid bird
Your laughing, cheerful chirping
Mocking my melancholy
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 6, 2011 10:06:58 GMT -5
Rain cannot dampen
Spirits this evening
On the hunt for food:
Fried spring rolls of pork and shrimp
With five spice pigeon. Yummy!
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 6, 2011 15:16:56 GMT -5
Clouds sail on grey sky
locusts pray endlessly for rain
trees dance to windy song.
My grandmother watches and waits
for her lost husband to come.
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Saionji Shonagon
New Member
One dreamed of becoming somebody. Another remained awake and became. (Found in a fortune cookie.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 6, 2011 19:20:30 GMT -5
The wisteria
Is already half naked
From your attentions.
Taunt me with smiling skies, then
Rattle windows, fickle Spring.
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Post by Sugawara no Naeme on Apr 6, 2011 22:40:25 GMT -5
Golden bliss behind
A curved metal barricade
Sitting peacefully
In silent meditation.
One breath snuffs the dancing flame.
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Post by Please Delete on Apr 7, 2011 8:38:32 GMT -5
Grey clouds are hidden
Behind a golden brown haze
And then wet with rain
What unparalleled beauty
Lies behind that bamboo screen?
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Post by Suzuki Ken'ichi on Apr 7, 2011 10:35:20 GMT -5
On that hill many trees
stand all together. When wind blows
they laugh, all as one.
On this hill, I stand alone
and turn my back to the breeze.
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Post by Rei Shounagon on Apr 7, 2011 13:49:29 GMT -5
A steady drizzle
is falling on the still white
snow in the garden.
How soon will the sleepers wake
and cast off the tattered robe?
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