While the autumn moon is pouring full
On a thousand night-levels among towns and villages,
There meet by chance, south of the river,
Dreaming doubters of a dream. . .
In the trees a wind has startled the birds,
And insects cower from the cold in the grass;
But wayfarers at least have wine
And nothing to fear–till the morning bell.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength.”
Eric Hoffer, author, philosopher, Quotes for Now
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“The modern conservative is engaged in one of man’s oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.”
A cool-matted silvery bed; but no dreams. . .
An evening sky as green as water, shadowed with tender clouds;
But far off over the southern rivers the calling of a wildgoose,
And here a twelve-story building, lonely under the moon.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
from Douglas Moore’S Art of Quotation
“We must especially beware of that small group of selfish men who would clip the wings of the American Eagle in order to feather their own nests.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt, statesman, president, political figure
I had always heard of Lake Tung-t’ing–
And now at last I have climbed to this tower.
With Wu country to the east of me and Ch’u to the south,
I can see heaven and earth endlessly floating.
. . .But no word has reached me from kin or friends.
I am old and sick and alone with my boat.
North of this wall there are wars and mountains—
And here by the rail how can I help crying?
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
these voices
in your head
at three o’clock
in the morning
reminding you
of the what
and the where
and the who
that caused each line
in your face
each crack
in your heart
this night in dreams
I follow the wind
five thousand miles
then ten
then twenty
searching for you
my love
always searching
for you
to carry you away
on my painted boat
away my love
away
You ask how long before I come. Still no date set.
The night rains on Mount Pa swell the autumn pool.
When shall we, side by side, trim a candle at the West Window,
And talk back to the time of the night rains on Mount Pa?
translated by A.C. Graham
Being Present for the Moment
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