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though none would come
all would arrive
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世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
美しい日本の私
世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
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It's a race, and the candlestick will soon pull ahead (a prediction). Of course this assumes that one is reading the image from right to left. And, in truth, there are very little cues for making this bold assumption. Still, I am reasonably confident that the race is just as I have described it: the candlestick is higher, the slope of the edge--all telltale signs that I am, as usual, correct when halsening sinister (left side) directions.
ReplyDeletep.s only a caritative connaisseur of German would appreciate the rare use of the English verb to 'halsen,' wheedled somehow (probably by brute flattery) from 'heilsen.'
wow! no matter how i would try to be prepared for your next comment - i realize i never can, as the associations you make are simply impossible to predict! :-) and what a delight this is! a race! the candlestick pulling ahead by way of halsening (i must confess i had never heard of this word :-) (but equally puzzled seems the google dictionary :-)
Deleteofferings for
ReplyDeletethough none would come
all would arrive
i am moving your wonderful poem into the text of the post
Delete(thank you)
cat de simpla si aproape copilareasca pare nevoia de gratie...gratia...cum este gratia?uneori, mi-o imaginez de sticla. alteori, o statuie de fier imi spune ca nu stiu nimic despre ea. gratia-sa fie mai important spatiul din jurul ei?...diminetile?...
ReplyDeletee unul dintre acele cuvinte atat de misterioase, si de o fascinatie care iti taie respiratia, nu-i asa?
DeleteLove the silver tones in your images. Really nice work!
ReplyDeletethank you, Nancy!
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