from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
“Never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was legal.”
Martin Luther King Jr, in the Birmingham Jail
Martin Luther King Jr., Aug 1, 1963, Letter from Birmingham jail
Author: zdunno03
from Mary Tang’s blog Life is But This
The clouds are washed with shades of pink In the valley of the roof the snow is softening On the hill dawn wakes the trees as chill disperses Still clouds of white cleave to two or three peaks Translated by Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭 (c) 2018
via First Fine Dawn by Wang An Shi （ 1021-1086） — Life is But This 命
of heaven
he suggests a small tree
some potted plants
things alive and green
growing on the terrace
a way he says
to give the illusion
of life beyond glass
windows and doors
a gas grill
to barbecue chicken fish corn
some lawn chairs
a table too
an awning for the rain
he says sort of like
stepping into a backyard
to find family friends
beer bottles wine coolers
raised in cheer
a vision
more or less he says
of heaven
“You gotta go in the mud sometimes to figure who you are.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“You gotta go in the mud sometimes to figure who you are.”
Andy Irons, surfer, 1978-2010
poem by Wang Wei
You who come from my village
Ought to know its affairs
The day you passed the silk window
Had the chill plum bloomed?
translated by Gary Snyder
miles apart
the world clock
tells time
where you are
where I am
the hour
thousands of miles
apart
much like our life
together
yesterday today
tomorrow
from I Say Goodbye to Fan An-ch’eng by Shen Yüeh
Don’t say “One cup of wine.”
Tomorrow will we hold this cup?
And if in dreams I can’t find this road,
how, thinking of you,
will I be comforted?
translated by Lenore Mayhew & William McNaughton
beyond memory
woman of the wind
blowing past my life
where oh where are you going
a quick caress
an emotion brushed
across a cheek
receding beyond
memory
gazing at you
there you are
adorning the screen
leaning forward
hands grasping rail
that smile lighting the world
that surrounds you
and my heart
my heart swells
then cracks
gazing at you
Meandering Poems, One by Tu Fu
A single petal swirling diminishes the spring.
Ten thousand dots adrift in the wind, they sadden me.
Shouldn’t I then gaze at flowers about to fall before my eyes?
Never disdain the hurtful wine that passes through my lips.
In the small pavilion by the river nest the kingfisher birds;
Close by a high tomb in the royal park lie stone unicorns.
This, a simple law of nature: seek pleasure while there’s time.
Who needs drifting fame to entangle the body?
translated by Irving Y. Lo
Leonard Durso 