*waves* Only joined yesterday. Penguins don't really tweet (... I think?) (though we accept tweets, just not from strangers) so for that reason among others it took me a bit. Online classes in editing... I like this idea very much, especially since it looks like I may really be going into editing in a big way, depending on how the job that's due next Thursday turns out. Permission to quote a translated song (not mine, originally Chinese... no, not my translation, not a language I know) that your entry reminds me of very happily...? :)
Well, poem, used as a text to a piece of music. Hope I didn't misrepresent... *urk!*
Right then... (from "The Drunkard in Spring", translated doubly- from a German translation, I think- from a poem by Li T'ai-po) "What do I hear on waking? Hark! A bird sings in the tree. I ask it whether it is already spring. It is like a dream to me.
The bird chirps, "Yes! Springtime is here, it has come, overnight!" Lost in gazing, I suddenly took heed. The bird sings and laughs!"
Hrm. Now that I come to write that down, it's not as resonant as I remember, and the rest of the poem (not reproduced here) is depressing. When I was thinking about it, and humming Das Lied von der Erde (from a century or so ago now) in 2002 (I think I remarked on it in my journal my first year), on a very snow-filled first day of an Ithaca spring, it was just what the doctor ordered, though...
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Online classes in editing... I like this idea very much, especially since it looks like I may really be going into editing in a big way, depending on how the job that's due next Thursday turns out.
Permission to quote a translated song (not mine, originally Chinese... no, not my translation, not a language I know) that your entry reminds me of very happily...? :)
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Quote away, I love a good song lyric!
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Right then... (from "The Drunkard in Spring", translated doubly- from a German translation, I think- from a poem by Li T'ai-po)
"What do I hear on waking? Hark!
A bird sings in the tree.
I ask it whether it is already spring.
It is like a dream to me.
The bird chirps, "Yes!
Springtime is here, it has come, overnight!"
Lost in gazing, I suddenly took heed.
The bird sings and laughs!"
Hrm. Now that I come to write that down, it's not as resonant as I remember, and the rest of the poem (not reproduced here) is depressing. When I was thinking about it, and humming Das Lied von der Erde (from a century or so ago now) in 2002 (I think I remarked on it in my journal my first year), on a very snow-filled first day of an Ithaca spring, it was just what the doctor ordered, though...
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