Sunday, March 16, 2025

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As dust storms.

"maybe there is a god but it's the one mantises are praying to" --@cringeunworthy.bsky.social

"This berry looked as if it had a personal trainer, a facialist and a team of dedicated stylists."

  I watched the misty
Pleiades sink, Orion
  followed them below;
it's midnight now; the blankness
is complete. I lie alone.

--Sappho (my tr.)

Tonight I've watched
the moon and then
the Pleiades
go down
the night is now
half-gone; youth
goes; I am
in bed alone

(tr Mary Barnard)

The weeping Pleiads wester
  And the moon is under seas;
From bourn to bourn of midnight
  Far sighs the rainy breeze:

It sighs from a lost country
  To a land I have not known;
The weeping Pleiads wester,
  And I lie down alone.

(tr A E Housman, as is the following:)

The rainy Pleiads wester,
  Orion plunges prone,
And midnight strikes and hastens,
  And I lie down alone.

The rainy Pleiads wester
  And seek beyond the sea
The head that I shall dream of
  That will not dream of me.

Danny Boy shootout.

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