Posted 01 June 2009 - 11:20 AM
I invite you to celebrate the 40th week of the Workshop expressing your feelings and thoughts on the experience we have shared through this exercise.
Posted 04 June 2009 - 04:44 PM
Drunken under Flower Shadows
Light mists and heavy clouds;
A dreary, dragging day.
On the burner, incense is fading out.
Time has returned to the Double Ninth.
A chill at midnight passes through the silk;
the jade pillows are cold.
After wine drinking in the sunset,
along the Eastern fence,
my sleeves became full of a secret fragance.
Do not say there’s no harm.
The western breeze raises the courtain;
I look more slender than a golden flower.
Embriaguez bajo la sombra de las flores
Nieblas ligeras y grávidas nubes.
Día largo y melancólico.
El incienso se acaba en el brasero.
El festival del Doble Yang ha vuelto.
A media noche cruza el frío la seda,
las almohadas de jade se han enfriado.
Tras de beber vino al ocaso,
junto a la cerca del oriente,
mis mangas están llenas de un aroma secreto.
No digas que no duele.
La brisa de occidente levanta la cortina;
me veo más delgada que una flor de oro.
Posted 05 June 2009 - 09:46 AM
thin fog and heavy cloud accompanies me all the day time with sadness,
while incense burnt in the golden burner.
it is the Double Ninth Festival again,
the porcelain pillow in lace curtain
send out light cold at mid night.
having wine at eastern fence after sunset,
faint sweet smell filled up my sleeves.
dont say it is not confusing,
if western wind blew up the window curtains,
you may see that i was more skinny than those chrysanthemum.
Posted 05 June 2009 - 11:57 AM
Drunk in the flowers’ shade
Fine mist and thick cloud
Forlorn picture they paint
And in my incense burner
Only the ashes now fade.
Again the double nine festive day.
Soaked through with the midnight cool
My gauze screen and pillow of jade.
In the dusk I drank wine by the hedge
My sleeves left thick with flowered scent
No way to quench the feelings within
My curtain stirs in the west wind’s hold.
More slender am I than these flowers of gold.
Posted 05 June 2009 - 10:31 PM
Now, who's going to propose the next poem?
How about Yizheng?
If possible, bring a new poet to our list. The choice is yours, however, of course...
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