Both chaste and cunning to her name
Where others choose from life or glory
None cannot match that Southland dame
才節雙全世所無
姦回一旦受摧鋤
庸臣從賊忠臣死
不及東吳女丈夫
(Trying my hand at some RTK poetry translation)
Both chaste and cunning to her name
Where others choose from life or glory
None cannot match that Southland dame
才節雙全世所無
姦回一旦受摧鋤
庸臣從賊忠臣死
不及東吳女丈夫
(Trying my hand at some RTK poetry translation)
thanks for all the fish.
Confucius now officially authored all 13 Classics, including the Mencius.
Can we put the Buddha on this list? Then we could add several hundred sutras.
Hold on, just discovering part 2 of Aristotle’s Poetics in a storage unit in Akron…
Unfortunately, it seems to think that the “Great Questions of Human Life” can only be explored through the canon of Western civ (token exception: Confucius).
To the degree Cho Chang is bad I would submit the point that it's not an obviously whimsical name like most of the names in the story are. Kingsley Shacklebolt, for all its other flaws, is at least an attempt at that
To the degree Cho Chang is bad I would submit the point that it's not an obviously whimsical name like most of the names in the story are. Kingsley Shacklebolt, for all its other flaws, is at least an attempt at that
"Yet is any one of them ignorant," replied Cao Cao as he too broke into a smile, "that in war all things are fair?"
"Yet is any one of them ignorant," replied Cao Cao as he too broke into a smile, "that in war all things are fair?"
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(I checked a copy of Griffith but found this line curiously omitted.)
(I checked a copy of Griffith but found this line curiously omitted.)
Regal wreck as natures flow
Zombie town where spring things grow
Grief! each tear some petal's pool
Spite! but birds bid heartbeats cruel
"Danger!" blooms three months each day
Yet words from home no purse can pay
At least my hair has nearly died
They couldn't raise it if they tried
Regal wreck as natures flow
Zombie town where spring things grow
Grief! each tear some petal's pool
Spite! but birds bid heartbeats cruel
"Danger!" blooms three months each day
Yet words from home no purse can pay
At least my hair has nearly died
They couldn't raise it if they tried
Just content here
I won't say a woman can't be bold
"Cresting the waves and riding the winds" as she sets off towards the east on her own
In poems focused upon a sail, between sea and sky
In dreams haunting the Three Islands (of Japan), by moonlit gleam
Just content here
I won't say a woman can't be bold
"Cresting the waves and riding the winds" as she sets off towards the east on her own
In poems focused upon a sail, between sea and sky
In dreams haunting the Three Islands (of Japan), by moonlit gleam
The Meh Earth
Journey to the Store
The Faux Pearl
The Meh Earth
At forty years no codger
Yet overnight thrust into chaos
And tomorrow no longer certain
The capital snatched by brutes
The palace overrun with weeds
Heart-breaking the sacred tombs
And sightless the royal roads
At forty years no codger
Yet overnight thrust into chaos
And tomorrow no longer certain
The capital snatched by brutes
The palace overrun with weeds
Heart-breaking the sacred tombs
And sightless the royal roads