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 29, 2014 23:04:13 GMT -5
Two from yesterday (I was in Yosemite with a friend) The falls flow thinly In autumn, their spring thunder Hushed by summer drought. The riverbed now a Zen Garden of stone and mirrors.  Heedless of tourists Valley deer graze as we stroll Through autumn grasses. A crescent moon shows her hull As she sails for the sunset.  |
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 30, 2014 0:43:06 GMT -5
Two birds on one wing
Flee their nest in dark of night
But just one returns.
Beautiful flowers are crushed
Beneath the deep winter snows.
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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 30, 2014 1:58:25 GMT -5
Heart leaping, I brake As a ghostly shape crosses The mountain roadway. In silence, she passes close As if we were never there.  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 10:24:06 GMT -5
Permitted to stay
Home for a full month,
I had enough time,
Presence of mind, energy,
and spirit to apply it.
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Post by Please Delete on Nov 30, 2014 20:08:06 GMT -5
30日：
The last lazy light
Drifts through the afternoon haze
Weary with effort,
And as lamps displace the sun
Day draws slowly to a close.
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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.)
Posts: 7,240
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Dec 1, 2014 1:34:18 GMT -5
The patter of rain
Wakes me even as it lulls
Me to stay abed.
Warm coverlets tempt even
As the day's duties beckon.
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