Monthly Archives: June 2017

poem – mother’s blessing

Tears of sorrow and of suffering flowed from Queen Kausalya’s eye, As she saw departing Sita for her blessings drawing nigh, And she clasped the gentle Sits, and she kissed her moistened head, And her tears like summer tempest choked … Continue reading

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poem – bathed and washed

“Bathed in fragrance, do not brush your hat; Washed in perfume, do not shake your coat: “Knowing the world fears what is too pure, The wisest man prizes and stores light!” By Bluewater an old angler sat: You and I … Continue reading

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poem – under the moon

Under the crescent moon’s faint glow The washerman’s bat resounds afar, And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly. But my heart has gone to the Tartar war, To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow, Calling my husband back to me.

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poem – good old moon

When I was a boy I called the moon a white plate of jade, sometimes it looked like a great mirror hanging in the sky, first came the two legs of the fairy and the cassia tree, but for whom … Continue reading

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poem – to his two children

In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green, And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep. In East Luh where my family stay, I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours. I cannot be back in time … Continue reading

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poem – the death of love

Is eager gaze the sovereign of the skies looked full on Káma with his thousand eyes: E’en such a gaze as trembling suppliants bend, When danger threatens, on a mighty friend. Close by his side, where Indra bade him rest, … Continue reading

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poem – rati’s lament

Sad, solitary, helpless, faint, forlorn, Woke Káma’s darling from her swoon to mourn. Too soon her gentle soul returned to know The pangs of widowhood—that word of woe. Scarce could she raise her, trembling, from the ground, Scarce dared to … Continue reading

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