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, 2012 21:25:08 GMT -5
11/7/12
The island seems to
Burrow beneath a heavy
Quilt of silent fog.
I reach for the tea kettle:
At last it seems like autumn
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 7, 2012 23:31:32 GMT -5
11/7
Winter's icy breath
Now sweeps through the morning streets
Leaving hoary frost
Who worries about the dew
When sleeves are frozen solid?
Not quite that cold, but it reminds me of college.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 8, 2012 21:02:23 GMT -5
11/8/12
The scent of rain strikes
An instant before the wind
Lobs its wet barrage.
Blinded, I know better than
To try to run through puddles.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 8, 2012 22:15:45 GMT -5
11/8
A frozen river
Of homeward-bound carriages;
The streets run crimson.
Following a day of toil
Who can resist sleep's embrace?
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 8, 2012 22:20:28 GMT -5
11/8/12 The scent of rain strikes An instant before the wind Lobs its wet barrage. Blinded, I know better than To try to run through puddles. Running through puddles Building and destroying dams Ah! Sweet dreams of youth! Where is that daring spirit Now retreating from the rain? |
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 9, 2012 22:15:33 GMT -5
11/9/12
Upon a dark road
Two travelers are passing
With silent footsteps
What tornado would have spawned
Had they but raised up their eyes?
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 9, 2012 23:40:14 GMT -5
The house is chilly
After a long day at work
And a simple meal.
Let us now mark the blessing
Of a steaming cup of tea.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 10, 2012 20:23:32 GMT -5
11/10/12
A gaggle of geese
Stopping briefly during their
winter pilgrimage;
Oh, what a cacophony
These tireless revelers make.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 11, 2012 0:16:42 GMT -5
11/10/12
Eight hours surrounded
By esoteric knowledge
and learned scholars:
I'll lament my ignorance
Once I've digested it all.
Didn't the Master
say: one prepares the tea and
then one drinks the tea?
Would he be pleased or bemused
by such a pedantic fuss?
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 11, 2012 22:42:59 GMT -5
11/11/12
Crimson and white flags
Lie discarded in the fields
Or beneath the waves;
Cherry blossoms gently float
Between the lotus flowers.
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 11, 2012 23:02:22 GMT -5
11/11/12
As I walk downhill
I glimpse a huntress goddess
Between the old trees.
Reaching for a stone arrow
To aim at the sea below.
(I had to take a different bus to rapier practice today and ended up on the cliff above Sutro Park. Kicking myself I didn't have a camera as my glimpse of the Diana would have made a beautiful shot. Maybe next time.)
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 12, 2012 22:04:44 GMT -5
11/12/12
A pearl of wisdom
Gleaming upon the high crest
Of that little hill;
The light of the rising sun
Seen in its luminescence.
(Visited Monticello today with my sister and her fiance)
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 13, 2012 1:44:36 GMT -5
It's one of those nights,
I sit, hoping for an idea
Or a good image.
Inspiration does not strike,
Only the living room clock.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 13, 2012 23:17:54 GMT -5
11/13/12
As Raven's treasure
Completes its daily circle
In the far off West,
We reflect on the faces
Of those who came before us.
(Today we visited the Museum of the American Indian--a must see in DC and a great place to grab lunch)
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 14, 2012 1:09:34 GMT -5
Wood blocks keep tempo,
Shime-daiko lend accents
To growing thunder.
Tonight we made the walls quake
With the roar of our drumming.
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