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Showing posts from March, 2015

Finally, finally!, spring

Whatever god you pray to, or none, this poem– Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins– remains relevant.It's spring in Tokyo. I wish to announce that my windows and balcony doors are wide open for the first time this year.

Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.

To continue the god theme, my sincerest thanks to all 8 million in Japan. Spring has arrived just in time: I was so tired of winter that I was ready to commit acts of violence, destruction and mayhem ... upon myself.

This morning, after a work-rela…