I hung green jade chimes by the window,
with a screen of peacock feathers beneath.
Whenever the wind blows they flutter,
and beguile me with their tinkling sound.
In the nights it penetrates my sleep,
like the sound of distant temple bells.
anonymous, Korean sijo
tr. by Richard Rutt
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11.27.2012
11.23.2012
her breath
rustling branches
the grass swaying silently
her breath on the glass
haiku: Michael Tweed
photo: Ralph Eugene Meatyard
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11.22.2012
i have lost you in the light
11.18.2012
which poured from every window
J. M. Whistler, "Nocturne in Gray and Gold," 1876
Sometimes she wanted to push herself through the deluge
Of light which poured from every window, pushed away dark
If only for a while, and glint in through the space between all things
So she might pour herself, dilute herself, with the liquid of these other lives.
(Michael T. Stowers kindly offered these lines in reply to the previous post)
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11.17.2012
past lighted windows
What with the silence, and the possibility of walking out, at any
moment over long wonderfully coloured roads to cliffs with the sea
beneath, and coming back past lighted windows to one’s tea and fire and
book - and then one has thoughts and a conception of the world and
moments like a dragon fly in air - with all this I am kept very lively
in my head.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Clive Bell dated 26 December 1909.
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11.11.2012
shining curtains
11.10.2012
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