Reminds me … Canto Xiii: Kung Walked - poem by Ezra Pound
``The blossoms of the apricot blow from the east to the west, `And I have tried to keep them from falling."
And here’s a grateful wave for Li Po et al…
Pause the blossom
And the moon’s slender beginning,
Hold the sky, heaven’s reflection
At the bend of the river
Wonderful. Thank you for sharing that less-known line from Ezra Pound. The second half of that line resonates farther, I think, than the better known "In a Station of the Metro."
And Li Po is well-timed for our own crescent moon now. So much meaning is in just three words: Pause the blossom.
Well ... the words are fresh mint I think; it was spring and your little verse this afternoon and the moon last night, which is the way it goes if we are lucky. Old China lives of course; h/t as always. ... Thank you, I have Canto XIII open and must lift down the other book.
Lovely … brings them out … thank you …
Reminds me … Canto Xiii: Kung Walked - poem by Ezra Pound
``The blossoms of the apricot blow from the east to the west, `And I have tried to keep them from falling."
And here’s a grateful wave for Li Po et al…
Pause the blossom
And the moon’s slender beginning,
Hold the sky, heaven’s reflection
At the bend of the river
Wonderful. Thank you for sharing that less-known line from Ezra Pound. The second half of that line resonates farther, I think, than the better known "In a Station of the Metro."
And Li Po is well-timed for our own crescent moon now. So much meaning is in just three words: Pause the blossom.
Well ... the words are fresh mint I think; it was spring and your little verse this afternoon and the moon last night, which is the way it goes if we are lucky. Old China lives of course; h/t as always. ... Thank you, I have Canto XIII open and must lift down the other book.