"…Living only for the moment, turning our full attention to the pleasures of the moon, the snow, the cherry blossoms and the maple leaves; singing songs, drinking wine, diverting ourselves just floating, floating….refusing to be disheartened, like a gourd floating along with the river current; this is what we call the floating world…” Asai Ryoi, in Ukiyo Monogatari (Tales of the Floating World, 1661)
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Statue - A Poem
There is a statue in an Italian restaurant The bust of a woman In white porcelain Her hair is pale gold Her eyes are china blue Her lips soft red She is smiling Her eyes are twinkling Inanimate she haunts The edges of my imagination
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