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REFLECTION

The old year has departed.  Here is a loose translation of a waka by Ki No Tsurayuki (c.  872-945).  You will recall that a waka, in form, is like a hokku — but with two extra lines added.  In Japanese … Continue reading

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ISSA’S PINE TREE

As regular readers here know, I am not a big fan of the verses of Issa, but there are a few worthwhile examples among them.  Here is one: (Autumn) The pine I planted Has also become old. The autumn evening. … Continue reading

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THE DAYS DWINDLE DOWN: CAVAFY’S CANDLES

  Today’s poem is my translation of another work by that unique poet of Egyptian Alexandria, Constantine Cavafy (1863-1933), who wrote in Greek.  It is titled Κεριά, pronounced kair-YA.  It means simply CANDLES The days to come stand before us Like … Continue reading

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NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN: MIND AGAINST BODY IN “SAILING TO BYZANTIUM”

Today I would like to discuss one of the “fantasy” poems by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats — Sailing to Byzantium. To grasp the meaning of this poem one must know two things: first, the speaker is a man who … Continue reading

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HOKKU ROOTS: BAI JUYI’S SIXTY-SIX

Today I will talk briefly about a poem by the Chinese writer Bai Juyi (772 -846, also written as Po Chu-yi). You may recall from previous discussions of Chinese poetry here that most Chinese poems  are written in couplets (pairs … Continue reading

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THOMAS HARDY ON AGING: I LOOK INTO MY GLASS

Yesterday I happened upon an obituary for the younger brother of someone I knew many years ago.  It had a photo.  When I last saw him, he was a good-looking boy of about 13 years.  It was a shock to … Continue reading

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Grown Old

The woman Seifu wrote: Doll faces; Unavoidably, I have grown old. The interest here is in harmony of opposites.  The faces of the dolls look still the same age, but the writer, by contrast, finds herself inevitably grown old — … Continue reading

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