Which might have been, um, interesting.
Doug
On 2013-03-29, at 8:17 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> [Alan, my Dunedin friend has been to an adult ed. or maybe U3A class]
>
> part of his hand-out was a page of imagist poems, versions from the Chinese for example, which included these two versions of the one poem. First, the version by HA Giles, and on the right (if I can put it there), Pound’s:
>
> The sound of rustling silk is stilled. The rustling of silk is discontinued.
> With dust the marble courtyard filled, Dust drifts over the courtyard.
> No footfalls echo on the floor, There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves
> Fallen leaves in heaps block up the door… Scurry into heaps and lie still,
> For she, my pride, my lovely one is lost, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them
> And I am left, in helpless anguish tossed.
> A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
>
> Alan doesn't say what discussion eventuated.
>
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