imi propun sa citesc cu intentie. cu intentia de a gasi in fiecare zi cel putin cuvinte, o paradigma, o fraza – un citat de consemnat.
acum vreme, aveam un caiet cu citate; cumva, cu timpul, a devenit mai usor sa doar absorb pagini, sa exclam in mine si sa mai intorc o fila… poate sa le notez este un fel de a pastra impresii, amintirea, si de a rasplati, umil, scriitura…
cartea curenta e de poezii. le-am notat si in japo, in speranta naiva ca poate, cu timpul, voi reveni la ele si le voi putea deslusi in propria-mi intelegere.
*ce e poezia?
*minuni interconectate
*”the ballad of the bouncing ball”
*univers intr-un bulgare de nea
*singurate si speranta
*“Nothingness hangs everywhere like a bell.”
si raze de luna…
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The Kanshi Poems of Taigu Ryōkan Translated by Mei Hui Liu Huang & Larry Smith
A Tri-Lingual Edition English/ Chinese/ Japanese
Who says my poems are poems?
My poems are not poems.
When you can understand this,
Then we can begin to speak of poetry.
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No Mind
With no mind, flowers lure the butterfly;
With no mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms.
Yet when flowers bloom, the butterfly comes;
When the butterfly comes, the flowers bloom.
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Easygoing
My walking skirt is short, my holy gown long.
I go through life free yet disciplined.
Later children stop me in the street,
Clap and sing the ballad of the bouncing ball.
騰
騰 裙子は短く 褊衫は長し
騰騰 兀兀 只麼に過ぐ。
陌上の児童 忽ち我を見
手を拍ちて齊しく唱う 放毬の歌。
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Snow on the Shrine
This morning snow piled high on the shrine gate.
The trees on this sacred land shines with flowers.
Out in the cold a boy throws snowballs as if the world were only his.
宮門 新雪の朝
千樹 春の還るに似たり。
誰が家の少年子ぞ
等閒に狂顚を打す。
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Jottings
The rain stopped around midnight.
Morning light lays across my loneliness.
Beyond the door, the rain sings again.
A black cane hangs on the wall.
I have run out of fire wood,
yet who will help be heat my stove?
So many books piled on my bed,
and I, too lazy to read them now.
Tonight’s mood only I can understand
yet how will I describe it tomorrow?
偶 作
草堂 雨歇む 二三更
孤燈 寂しく照らす 夢還るの辰。
門外の点滴 声 丁東
壁上の烏藤 黑 粼皴。
寒炉 炭なし 誰か為に添えん
空牀 書めれど 手 伸すに慵し。
今夜 此情 只 自ら知る
他時 異日 如何か陳べん。
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At Gogo-An
This hall is rather bare and cold.
Nothingness hangs everywhere like a bell.
Outside a thousand fir trees; tacked to the wall are several Zen poems
The pot is covered with dust.
The cooking ware is meant only for fish.
From time to time an old villager from the
east knocks at the door in the moonlight.
五 合 庵
索索たり 五合庵
室は懸磬の如く然り。
戶外 杉 千株
壁上 偈 数篇。
釜中 時に塵あり
甑裡 更に烟なし。
唯 東村の叟ありて
頻に叩く 月下の門。
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