In Which a Battered Knight of the Spirit wanders here and there on a Quest for the Holy Grail.
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.
-George Herbert
Sunday, July 3, 2011
SUMMER DAY
Reading in the heat of noon I grow sleepy, put my head On my arms and fall asleep. I forget to close the window And the warm air blows in And covers my body with petals.
- by Yuan Mei (1716-1797) translation by Kenneth Rexroth
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