tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765122538064652882024-03-13T19:02:09.875-07:00Cinquains for a New MillenniumBillie Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974328153016550197noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176512253806465288.post-79003066861780796462010-01-25T16:02:00.001-08:002022-05-07T03:25:14.173-07:00Cinquain After Rilke<span style="color: #fff2cc;">.</span> <br />
<blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Beast</b></span> <br />
</div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> </b>That dream</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">where the panther</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">keeps pacing… and Rilke</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">won’t tell me which side of the bars</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’m on. </span><br />
</div><div style="color: #999999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <i><a href="http://www.amaze-cinquain.com/">Amaze 5:3, 2007</a></i></span><br />
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<blockquote style="color: #7f6000;"><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>The Panther<br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc;">.....</span></b><span>by Rainer Maria Rilke</span><br />
His gaze has from the passing of the bars<br />
grown so tired, that it holds nothing anymore.<br />
It seems to him there are a thousand bars<br />
and behind a thousand bars no world. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
</div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The supple pace of powerful soft strides,<br />
turning in the very smallest circle,<br />
is like a dance of strength around a center<br />
in which a great will stands numbed.</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
</div><div style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Only sometimes the curtain of the pupils<br />
soundlessly slides up --. Then an image enters,<br />
glides through the limbs' taut stillness<br />
dives to the heart and dies.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span>[Translated by Edward Snow]</span></span><br />
</div></blockquote>Billie Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974328153016550197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176512253806465288.post-70742226571043406832010-01-25T06:44:00.000-08:002010-01-25T08:52:49.718-08:00Desert Orbs<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div style="color: #fff2cc;"><br />
</div></div><blockquote><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">full moon<br />
rising above<br />
the silhouetted hills:<br />
a pie pan flung by the roadside,<br />
shining<br />
</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"><a href="http://www.amaze-cinquain.com/WINTER-07/dee.html"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"><i>Amaze</i> 5:1, 2007</span></a> <br />
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</div>Billie Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974328153016550197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176512253806465288.post-41366223818004475302010-01-25T06:41:00.001-08:002010-01-25T08:53:21.110-08:00Residue<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div style="color: #fff2cc;"><br />
</div><blockquote>Toenail<br />
clippings lurking<br />
in the ashtray -- I want<br />
to forget, but you've left so much<br />
behind.<br />
</blockquote></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264433294046"><i>Amaze</i></a><a href="http://www.amaze-cinquain.com/SUMMER-06/dee.html"> 4:3, 2006</a> </span><br />
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</div>Billie Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974328153016550197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176512253806465288.post-11838607865812334132010-01-25T06:30:00.000-08:002024-01-31T15:55:37.867-08:00Bitterroot<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Twilight’s</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">long-shadowed pines…</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now the grasshoppers rest</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">with the damp river breeze singing</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">crickets.</span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;">. </span><br />
</span></span></div>Billie Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974328153016550197noreply@blogger.com0