Today, let’s go fly Sky Lanterns … in Taiwan.
That process was thrilling and exciting. So was the drama of yesterday.
My daughter gave birth to her second child yesterday morning….in the foyer of the hospital right by the lift before we could go to the delivery floor. “Call Code Blue!” “Call Code Pink!” “Baby’s head is coming out.” “Can someone get the body out too?” “Stay clear please” “Stay clear” “Blanket please” “Blanket”….. …….. ……. A big commotion at the hospital lobby. Continue reading
《憶柳曲：老榕樹》
老榕樹又清除了
悲鳥知多少
高樓大厦競爭鋒
心死殘軀
埋葬俗塵中 Continue reading
《
The Human Seasons》 by John Keats
《人生季節》 （濟慈）
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously Continue reading
(18) The Compassionate Ghost.
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《Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Could Tell》 By John Keats
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
No God, no demon of severe response
Deigns to reply from heaven or from hell
Then to my human heart I turn at once:
Heart, thou and I are here, sad and alone,
Say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain! Continue reading
(16) A Fortune and a Maid
(17) Rags and Armour
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My friend and his wife highly recommended me to visit this place after lunch at the Lai Chi Kok MTR station.
There I went….to the Jao Tsung-I Academy 饒宗頤文化館。It did not disappoint me.
I spent so much time there that by the time I went to the Lingnan Garden, it was already dark.
也好。Somebody told me the garden is usually not that quiet. Perhaps going to the garden at such a late hour might not be a bad thing.
Enjoy this huge compound of the Academy by clicking the image.
《To Sleep》 by John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the “Amen,” ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,— Continue reading