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Dec 21, 2012

love will tear us apart





Oh what can ail thee, knight at arms
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake
And no birds sing

Oh what can ail thee, knight at arms
So haggard and so woebegone?
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest's done

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild

I made a garland for her head
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone
She looked at me as she did love
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song

She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild, and manna dew
And sure in language strange she said
"I love thee true"

She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept and sighed full sore
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed, Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side

I saw pale kings and princes too
Pale warriors, death pale were they all
They cried "La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide
And I awoke and found me here
On the cold hill's side

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering
Though the sedge is withered from the lake
And no birds sing









Dec 7, 2012

Matabei Sakura







Matabei Sakura
Nara, Japan

This sakura was planted by a famous samurai warrior, Gotō Matabei, about five hundred years ago.
Its full flowering occurs in just three days.
Three days to witness the show of the meaning of life.