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I hope someone else finds this as exquisite and moving as do I. [/ QUOTE ] The passage brought back a grand memory of a summer evening spent long ago, when my great uncle and aunt from Seattle visited our home. Some particulars are different but the overall feeling is so similar as to be uncanny. Anyway, a wonderful post. As a thank you here is some Po-Chu: Long Lines Sent To Ling Hu-Ch'u Before He Comes To Visit My Tumbledown Home No esteem for the stately caps and carriages of consequence, in love with woods and streams, I go out and doze, perhaps, drunk beside the pond. I've stopped trying to save the world, just wonder herb paths, keep my fishing boat swept out. Serving the poetry master with writing-brush and inkstone, I'm steadied by music and my friend, the immortaity of wine, but for lofty sentiments, I stay close to things themselves: green moss, rock bamboo-shoots, water lilies in white bloom. . |
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