Towards the end of the Second Month, the festival of the cherry blossoms took place in the Grand Hall. The empress and the crown prince were seated to the left and right of the throne. ... It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, birds were singing. Adepts at Chinese poetry, princes and high courtiers and others, drew lots to fix the rhyme schemes for their poems.
"I have drawn 'spring,'" said Genji, his voice finely resonant in even so brief a statement.
In this series, each photo is somehow equally amazing!
ReplyDeleteoh Seth if this is true than I'm so glad I could convey my feelings when I took these photos, that unbearable beauty and lightness, that I could share them with others...
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you do it, these are beautiful.
ReplyDeletedo you have a poem on cherry blossoms, Sorlil? it will not be so easy for me to come up with a picture of black tulips :-)
ReplyDeleteI agree, every photo is amazing. And the dialogue between images and text.
ReplyDeletethank you for telling me this, James.
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid I don't have a cherry blossom poem but it been on my mind for a while to do one!
ReplyDeleteI'm already waiting, Sorlil :-)
ReplyDeleteI've never seen this glittering pinkies.. so beautiful that I feel my heart bits faster..
ReplyDeletePeter, I am grateful that you took the time to look through such old archives of mine...
ReplyDeletehave you never been to Japan in spring?
they have a belief there, that you should never walk alone into a forest of cherry trees in bloom, because that beauty is so inhuman that it will end up killing you.