A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Monday, April 24, 2006

The Confucian Odes

From Part II, Elegantiae, or Smaller Odes (Siao Ya) of The Confucian Odes, translated by Ezra Pound:

From Book 7. The Oriole, Sang Hu, IV:

Hot axle, I drove, drove
to my love
neither food nor drink
I thought of her inwit,
No friends with me
Pheasant finds home
in flat forest,
My heart a nest
in her thought

From Book 8. The Old Capital, Tu Jen Shy, V:

White the marsh flower that white grass bindeth,
my love's afar,
I am alone.


White cloud and white dew shun,
amid all flowers, none.
Steep are the steps of heaven
to him unknown.

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