Here in the mountain village
Evening falls peacefully.
Half tipsy, I lounge in the
Doorway. The moon shines in the
Twilight sky. The breeze is so
Gentle the water is hardly
Ruffled. I have escaped from
Lies and trouble. I no longer
Have any importance. I
Do not miss my horses and
Chariots. Here at home I
Have plenty of pigs and chickens.
The poem is by Lu Yu, the author of The Classic of Tea.
The translation is by Kenneth Rexroth whose 100 Poems from the Chinese is one of my favorites. (Also his 100 Poems from the Japanese.)
8 comments:
I love the ocean of fog in the first photo!
LOVE!!
Your photos have a definite oriental flavor today! Lovely.
Thank you, Vicki, for sharing this harmonious beauty with us. xo
The first two photos impart a lacy feel to the trees. I don't know your altitude but are those clouds below in the valley or just dense fog? My chariot was parked long ago and I got no pigs and chickens so I will take pictures and BBQ. Love your pictures.
We're not much above 2,ooo. That's fog rising from the river.
Such a nice sharing.
Nice feeling to this. I looked up the book. Gets a bit pricey now.
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