Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Sunlight Through Colored Glass


























The handled jug, gold bottle, and small sea green vase belonged to my Grandmama.  The cobalt blue is a replacement for a close match I gave it away as a sorry/replacement for a china vase that Scaramouche knocked down and broke.  The red was just because I love crimson:


千早ぶる
神代も聞かず
龍田川
からくれないに
水くくるとは
Chihayaburu
Kamiyo mo kikazu
Tatsuta-gawa
Kara kurenai ni
Mizu kukuru to wa
                                                                         -Ariwara no Narihira, Hyakunin Isshu, poem 17
roughly,

 Impassionate gods
Even in their time was it heard
Tatsuta river
 such crimson
water dyed

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