Light, For Now

[rejectomorph]

The rain was not so noisy today, and eased up by late afternoon. Now I can hear the frogs again, massaging the air with their soft voices. Sometimes they get competition from the stiff breezes that stir the pine trees, but mostly they have the night to themselves. There might be more rain tonight, and probably tomorrow, but the wind is the thing most likely to pick up. There might be thunder, too, which will not be so bad as long as the lightning keeps its distance. Tonight is the night English people murder one another on my television, and I don't want to lose my electricity before I get to see them.

There was hot apple pie for lunch today, which made the rain all the nicer. It's remarkable how well baked goods go with rain storms. And now I've got one thing less in my freezer to worry about if the power goes out. Dinner will eliminate another one of them, so next week I can think about stocking up again. But I'd better get cooking now. A camellia leaf brushing my window tells me that the wind is bestirring itself again, and I want to be done cooking should the house go dark.




Sunday Verse

Liu Ch'e

by Ezra Pund

The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
Dust drifts over the courtyard,
There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves
Scurry into heaps and lie still,
And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:

A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

Comments

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

What a lovely poem! Oh, Prof. Rosenfeld taught my class from a text that also prominently featured the poem by Pound that compares a woman to "a skein of silk blown against a wall." I'm too lazy to google for it right now and will be embarrassed if I've misremembered!

Mmm, pie. You're right -- warm pie on a stormy day would be perfect.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

I wasn't totally off. I also remember reading that Pound was a nasty anti-semite, but he sure could write.
The Garden

[rejectomorph]

Pound was a big fan of Mussolini, and after WWII was hauled back to the U.S. from Italy, where he had been living for twenty years, charged with treason, largely based on things he'd said in radio broadcasts during the war. It's a fascinating story. He was a truly remarkable poet who was also truly deranged.

Of course if he'd been born a hundred years later, and if he toned down his rhetoric just a bit, today he could probably have his own show on the Fox News channel.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

Oh, thanks for the link! Yeah, ol' Benito made the trains run on time, or so they said. ;)

Fox News would be perfect for him. Though I doubt Ezra would have much use for the likes of Hannity. He might like O'Reilly!

[rejectomorph]

Hannity of Hannities, all is Hannity, and a striving after the wind— or an oral breaking of it, anyway.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

Haha! :D