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To: DADEPFAN who wrote (210)	3/26/1999 3:48:00 AM
From: nihil	Respond to of 1582

Lament on the Instability of Human Life Life is such in this world That our struggles are all in vain: Years rise on months And time flows ever onward, Flooding us away A hundred trivial concerns Oppress us in succession And stifle us under their weight. So women bent with age Once rejoiced in being young -- Carefree girls binding, As girls are ever known to do, Binding foreign jewels About their gaily draped arms -- Waving white linen sleeves, Trailing the hems of scarlet skirts As hand and hand they went, Spending their time in happy play, And all were girls together. But time has the power of seasons, And irresistibly Summer has given way to winter; And at an unremembered hour Those glistening tresses, black As the mud-snails innards, Were whitened by a silent frost; As from a time obscure Those cheeks that glowed so bright, Those scarlet cheeks, Were wrinkled -- scratched by time. So the bold young men Rejoiced to prove their manliness: Like warriors girded their hips With their straight or curving swords, Clutched tightly in their hands Their deadly, beast destroying bows, Threw upon their roans Saddles of woven workmanship, Climbed upon their mounts, And eagerly galloped away to the hunt. But is the way of the world Such that these moments can long endure? For a night of love The eager girls quietly push open Their wooden doors, And their lovers grope, then clasp The hands they sought, And sleep, beloved arms entwined. But such nights are few, And soon the lover goes with age's hand staff Carried by his side, And then goes stumbling onward, Scorned by the passerby; He must go stumbling endlessly, Despised by the passing crowds. For such is the common course of life , That age should bring Just this much and nothing more -- That we cling to life As long as our souls endure it, And our efforts are in vain. Envoy How I long to be Unalterably what once I was, Immovable as a rock, But because I belong to this world, There is no stop to time. Yaminoe Okura (?660-?733) tr. & copyright Earl Minor An Introduction to Japanese Court Poetry Stanford University Press, Stanford, Cal. 1968

To: DADEPFAN who wrote (210)	3/26/1999 4:54:00 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

Young Sea The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And only the stormy hearts Know what it says: It is the face of a rough young mother speaking. The sea is young, One storm cleans all the hoar And loosens the age of it. I hear it laughing, reckless. They love the sea, Men who ride on it And know they will die Under the salt of it. Let the young come, Says the sea. Let them kiss my face And hear me, I am the last word And i tell Where storms and stars come from. Carl Sandburg