Tuesday, April 26, 2005

lyrically beautiful, even after so many years.

I saw the fragments of a shattered stone
One spring time on the hillside, when, alone,
I walked to greet the sun. The pines distilled
Big drops of dew unceasing; sadness filled
My heart. I knew this was the Stone of Tears,
The stone of memory of long-past years.

from the English Translation of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, ch. 120.

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