The beryl
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by max
2y ago
The Beryl of which I sing is a precious stone, resembling the gay green of the waters of the sea when the stormy blasts, gently appeased, have given place to the zephyrs on the calmed waves. Sometimes the Beryl has a golden surface like newly-strained liquid honey, but its lustre is feeble if it is not bevelled, for the blow of the tool’s edge heightens its fine lustre which is otherwise sickly, dull, and straw-coloured, lacking the double gleams which cutting gives to it. The best is the sort whose tinted surface resembles the lovely hue of fine emeralds. Only the Indian shore sends us the Be ..read more
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Life
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by max
2y ago
The sorrow in your heart is betrayed by a few grey hairs. Life is like empty mountain ranges Where snow awaits your visits; Yet you make your solitary retreat by the path in the wilderness. Li Y ..read more
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Weathervane
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by max
2y ago
South wind. Dark and burning, soaked with orange blossoms, you come over my flesh, bringing me seed of brilliant gazes. You turn the moon red, make captive poplars moan, but you’ve come too late! I’ve already scrolled up the night of my tale on the shelf! Without any wind —Look sharp! — Turn, heart. Turn, my heart. Northern air, white bear of the wind! You come over my flesh shivering with boreal auroras, with your cape of phantom captains, laughing aloud at Dante. Oh polisher of stars! But you’ve come too late. My case is musty and I’ve lost the key. Without any wind —Look sharp! — Turn, hear ..read more
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Tedious ways
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by max
2y ago
…When you throw water on the floor, It runs in all directions. Life has its predestinations. Then it is useless to worry about everything. Before you sing the Tedious Ways, Comfort yourself and pour some wine. I am not made of stone or wood. For lack of courage, I prefer to remain silent… Pao Chao ..read more
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Field
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by max
2y ago
Grasses tall enough to touch a traveler’s sleeve— a summer field. Sōch ..read more
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Rain
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by max
2y ago
Summer rain— on cloud-covered cliffs, willow trees! Sōch ..read more
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You see, I want a lot…
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by max
2y ago
You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything: the darkness that comes with every infinite fall and the shivering blaze of every step up. So many live on and want nothing, and are raised to the rank of prince by the slippery ease of their light judgments. But what you love to see are faces that do work and feel thirst. You love most of all those who need you as they need a crowbar or a hoe. You have not grown old, and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret… Rainer Maria Rilke ..read more
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Cherry
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by max
2y ago
The cherry blossoms on the mountains aglow in the morning sun might be mistaken for snow that does not deign to melt. Fujiwara Ariie ..read more
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Drinking
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by max
2y ago
Last night, the wind and rain — Those autumnal sounds struck against the curtains and screens. The candle wept, the clepsydra dripped and I leaned against the head-rest. I rose, but found no peace. All mundane affairs should be thrown into the river. Life is just a nightmare. The only safe path is down into the cellar. Any other route is not worth the fare. Li Y ..read more
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New year
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by max
2y ago
Wind returns to this small court as lichens turn green. Her eyes and the willow leaves make a sequence in spring. Leaning against the balustrade she remains long in silence. The new moon and the crackers are tediously the same as in the past. The feast and the music have not yet ceased. In the pond, ice is beginning to melt. In the bright candlelight and the faint scent, and deeply hidden in this painted room, My temples, overladen with thoughts, are white like frost. Li Y ..read more
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