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#4841 - Tuesday, February 12, 2013 - Editor: Jerry Katz

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    #4841 - Tuesday, February 12, 2013 - Editor: Jerry Katz The Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/ ... The material for this issue
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       #4841 - Tuesday, February 12, 2013 - Editor: Jerry Katz


      The material for this issue is from One Hundred Poems From The Chinese, by Kenneth Rexroth, New Directions Books, 1971.

      Kenneth Rexroth said: "Tu Fu (713-770) is, in my opinion, and in the opinion of a majority of those qualified to speak, the greatest non-epic, non dramatic poet who has survived in any language. ... For me his response to the human situation is the only kind of religion likely to outlast this century."

      Tu Fu poems translated by Rexroth:



      The windy forest is checkered

      By the light of the setting,

      Waning moon. I tune the lute,

      Its strings are moist with dew.

      The brook flows in the darkness

      Below the flower path. The thatched

      Roof is crowned with constellations.

      As we write the candles burn short.

      Our wits grow sharp as swords while

      The wine goes round. When the poem

      Contest is ended, someone

      Sings a song of the South. And

      I think of my little boat,

      And long to be on my way.




      Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.

      Heartbroken, aging, alone, I sing

      To myself. Ragged mist settles

      In the spreading dusk. Snow skurries

      In the coiling wind. The wineglass

      Is spilled. The bottle is empty.

      The fire has gone out in the stove.

      Everywhere men speak in whispers.

      I brood on the uselessness of letters.




      The Autumn constellations

      Begin to rise. The brilliant

      Moonlight shines on the crowds.

      The moon toad swims in the river

      And does not drown. The moon rabbit

      Pounds the bitter herbs of the

      Elixir of eternal life.

      His drug only makes my heart

      More bitter. The silver brilliance

      Only makes my hair more white.

      I know that the country is

      Overrun with war. The moonlight

      Means nothing to the soldiers

      Camped in the western deserts.


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