Food for the Dead
An Ancient Wind
Li Bo, trans. Cooper
Did Zhuang Zhou dream
He was the butterfly,
Or the butterfly
That it was Zhuang Zhou?
In one body's
Transformations,
All is present,
Infinite Virtue!
You surely know
Fairyland's oceans
Were made again
Limpid brooklet,
Down at Green Gate
The melon gardener
Once used to be
Marquis of Dong-ling?
Wealth and honour
Were always like this:
You strive and strive,
But what do you seek?
Li Bo, trans. Cooper
Did Zhuang Zhou dream
He was the butterfly,
Or the butterfly
That it was Zhuang Zhou?
In one body's
Transformations,
All is present,
Infinite Virtue!
You surely know
Fairyland's oceans
Were made again
Limpid brooklet,
Down at Green Gate
The melon gardener
Once used to be
Marquis of Dong-ling?
Wealth and honour
Were always like this:
You strive and strive,
But what do you seek?
posted by Bern at 3:58 PM
2 Comments:
I need to recharge my sense of satire and indignation toward the world, I know. Hopefully I'll actually have time next quarter to see how stupid people are, and then I can write funny stuff again.
hey, man. if you keep worrying about whether what you think is funny enough to write here, it's never gonna happen. i've had a blog for three years now, so trust me - i know.
i'm sure you have other worthwhile stuff to write about.
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