Like the morning moon, Cold, unpitying was my love. And since we parted, I dislike nothing so much As the breaking light of day. ~Mibu no Tadamine
morning light
In the peaceful light Of the ever-shining sun In the days of spring, Why do the cherry’s new-blown blooms Scatter like restless thoughts? ~Ki no Tomonori
morning light
This week Amy invites photographers to share their work using natural light.
Regret that dropping sun’s dusk;
Love this cold stream’s clearness.
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in wandering person’s mind.
Idly sing, gazing at cloudy moon;
Song done—sound of tall pines
~ Li Po (Translated: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po The Project Gutenberg
Nikon D750 f/3.2 1/1600s 40mm
Pale green night and flowers all melting into one in the soft haze– Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Nikon 750 f/3.2 1/1600s 40mm
Wait on, never forsake your hope, For when the plum-tree is in flower Even the unpromised, the unexpected, will come to you. ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Nikon D750 f/3.5 1/800 40mm
morning-glories softly floating… in the teacup ~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
Nikon D750 f/3.5 1/1000s 40mm
Hop on over to Leya‘s to share your interpretation of Soft
Dragonfly wings ... shining silken garments. Now my heart is aching. Who will give it rest?
Young Dragonfly wings ... rich embroidered garments. Now my heart is aching. Who will give it peace?
Dragonfly bursting its cocoon ... plain white linen garments. Now my hearts aching. Who will give it love?
~The Book of Songs (cited: Anonymous,The Jade Flute. Project Gutenberg
I have seen a road that wanders in green shade, that runs through sweet fields of flowers. My eyes have traveled there, and journeyed far along that cool fine road.But I will never really walk that road; it does not really lead to where she lives.
When she was born, they bound her little feet with leather bands; my beloved never walks the road of shade and flowers.
When she was born, they bound her little heart with leather bands; my beloved never listens to my song. ~Anonymous (cited: Various Authors, The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg
Looking backward ... I cannot see the ancients of days.
Looking forward ... I cannot see ages yet to come.
Only heaven and earth have remained,
And will remain forever ...
I am alone, I grieve, I drop tears into the dust ~Chen Tzu-ang
Snow has fallen And you cannot have Even the unusual sight of men Along the precipitous path of the Peak of Yoshino. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Once upon a time
A tiny striped caterpillar
Burst from the egg
Which had been home
For so long.
"Hello world," he said.
"It sure is bright out here in the sun."
(excerpt from Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers)
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