Dinesh

Dinesh club

Posted: 16 Jun 2013


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The Darker the Night
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Paul Broks


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Moon

Moon
Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,
No friends at hand, so I poured alone;
I raised my cup to invite the moon,
Turned to my shadow, and we became three.
Now the moon had never learned about drinking,
And my shadow had merely followed my form,
But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;
Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.
Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;
Drunk, then each went off on his own.
But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,
We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

~ Li Po

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 Dinesh
Dinesh club
落ちかかる月を観てゐるに一人
ochikakaru tsuki o mite iru ni hitori

Watching the setting moon,
I am by myself.
4 years ago.
 Dinesh
Dinesh club
The Moon’s big silver disk is a projection screen for the imagination. Our pattern-detecting brains, predisposed by folklore and tradition, have found all manner of things on the Moon’s surface: an elephant; a hare; a four-eyed jaguar; a woman weaving; a man bearing a burden of sticks. Most plainly, though, we see the Man in the Moon. Plutarch, the first century historian and biographer, wrote a long essay. ‘On the Face Which Appears in the Orb of the Man,’ concerning the Moon’s size and substance and its role in the world and the life of the soul. We are intimate with the Moon. It symbolizes the passage of time, life and death. With its waxing and waning we see a projection of our own mortality. Each month, out of nowhere, a new Moon is born. It grows, it flourishes. It diminishes and dies. The poet Shelly saw the Moon as a dying woman “lean and pale, / Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil, / Out of her chamber, led by the insane / And feeble wanderings of her fading brain” ~ Page 203
2 years ago.

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