I love this corner. You can see the sun from here and the stately pace of the bell gently accompanies the sun from disc to smear. Mardi joined us this evening reading the poem “Thoughts While Travelling at Night” by Tu Fu. Listen
Light breeze on the fine grass
I stand alone at the mast.
Stars lean on the vast wild plain
Moon bobs in the great river’s spate.
Letters have brought no fame
Office? Too old to obtain.
Drifting, what am I like?
A gull between the earth and sky.
Day 20 - Ringing the big bell out on the sidewalk for as long as we are sheltering in place.
Friday, April 10, 2020
Thoughts While Travelling at Night
April 10, 2020. Sunset 7:41 PM.
San Francisco, CA.
I love this corner. You can see the sun from here and the stately pace of the bell gently accompanies the sun from disc to smear. Mardi joined us this evening reading the poem “Thoughts While Travelling at Night” by Tu Fu. Listen
Light breeze on the fine grass
I stand alone at the mast.
Stars lean on the vast wild plain
Moon bobs in the great river’s spate.
Letters have brought no fame
Office? Too old to obtain.
Drifting, what am I like?
A gull between the earth and sky.
Day 20 - Ringing the big bell out on the sidewalk for as long as we are sheltering in place.
I love this corner. You can see the sun from here and the stately pace of the bell gently accompanies the sun from disc to smear. Mardi joined us this evening reading the poem “Thoughts While Travelling at Night” by Tu Fu. Listen
Light breeze on the fine grass
I stand alone at the mast.
Stars lean on the vast wild plain
Moon bobs in the great river’s spate.
Letters have brought no fame
Office? Too old to obtain.
Drifting, what am I like?
A gull between the earth and sky.
Day 20 - Ringing the big bell out on the sidewalk for as long as we are sheltering in place.
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