How invisibly it changes color in this world, the flower of the human heart. — Ono no Komachi, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi and Izumi Shikibu Women of the Ancient Court of Japan, trans. Jane Hirshfield. (Scribner, 1988) Advertisements
The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you’ve heard everything. — Lucien Stryk, “Wind Among The Pines,” Where We Are: Selected Poems and Zen Translations (Skoob Books, 1997)
Softer than rainfall at twilight, Bringing the fields benediction And the hills quiet and greyness, Are my long thoughts of thee. — Sappho, from “LXVII: Indoors the fire is kindled,” Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics by Bliss Carmen (L.C. Page, 1904)
The moon, emerging, Floats where clouds are not; Wind rises, Strikes the purity of night, Stars compete In trembling flickers, The Milky Way is empty, Clear, and bright. Old trees’ sparse shadows Intersperse. Scared birds cut off their Noises lingering. This autumn I am rapt In what’s already awry, While crickets campaign Again at night.… Continue reading Liu Ch’ang
Since my house burned down I now have a better view of the rising moon ― Mizuta Masahide (1657–1723)
The glow and beauty of the stars are nothing near the splendid moon when in her roundness she burns silver about the world. — Sappho, “133, FULL MOON,” The Classical Greek Reader. Trans. Willis Barnstone. (Oxford University Press; 1 edition, August 13, 1998)
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes! — Homer, from The Iliad. Composed around 800-725 B.C. and written down sometime between 725 and 675 B.C.