have I a body?
Have I a body or have I none?
Am I who I am or am I not?
Pondering these questions,
I sit leaning against the cliff while the
years go by,
Till the green grass grows between my feet
And the red dust settles on my head,
And the men of the world, thinking me dead,
Come with offerings of wine and fruit
to lay by my corpse.
-- Han-Shan, tr. by Burton Watson
Sunday, February 28, 2010
hotoke ni wa
hotoke ni wa
sakura no hana o
tatematsure
waga nochi no yo o
hito toburawaba
When gone in death,
I'll take cherry blossoms
as your rite for me . . .
if any wishes to make memorial here
for me in my life over there
-- Saigyō
sakura no hana o
tatematsure
waga nochi no yo o
hito toburawaba
When gone in death,
I'll take cherry blossoms
as your rite for me . . .
if any wishes to make memorial here
for me in my life over there
-- Saigyō
posted by rosso at 9:18 AM
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Breasts -- Gary Snyder
That which makes milk can't help but concentrate
out of the food of the world
right up to the point where we suck it,
poison, too ...
Gary Snyder, Axe Handles
Breasts -- Gary Snyder
posted by rosso at 6:43 PM
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