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At the Lake Pavilion


Small barge go to meet honoured guest
Leisurely lake on come
At railing face cup alcohol
On all sides lotus bloom  


On a skiff I meet an honoured guest,
Slowly, slowly, it comes across the lake.
Facing at the railing, we drink a cup of wine,
On all sides, lotus flowers are in bloom.

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  • SusanL
    September 2, 2004
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    I decided to do some exploring. I like the format of this with the literal translation and then the "interpretation"
    I like the flowers as flowers as well.


  • August 26, 2003
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    This poem shows how people can wait for a long time
    in peace
    for things that are pleasant.

    beautifully put.

  • Ava Noire
    August 19, 2003
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    If indeed the lotus flowers are people it is an excellent metaphor, although I'd much rather let them be flowers. No one around but the sounds of nature...

  • Lakota
    August 19, 2003
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    the blooming flowers are the people on the banks of the lake to me it seems, on an a skiff a word I have had to look up which is good
    Lakota


  • AndrewHide
    July 18, 2003
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    It must be a meeting of highly running emotions when even nature dresses for the occation.


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