I don’t get a lot out of this first stanza. What are the drumbeats? Is she, half asleep, dreaming, and curiously dreaming of being these grand male figures (or in their positions) receiving marks of divine favour? Is it a sort of power fantasy?
“The autumn winds truly cannot be withstood, they blow all the flowers from Jade Well.” ?
And then we’ve got some imagery of fantastic plenty.
“then cover my ears, annoyed by raucous shouting. Those who know me can no longer be seen;” so again she’s interrupted by mundane bullshit, and I guess her zhiji/the companions of her heart were the compatriots at this banquet, who really Got her
So is this a sense of belonging, truly, with like--the immortals? The dead?
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Re: 1.6 曉夢 Dawn Dream
Date: 2021-12-06 10:09 am (UTC)“The autumn winds truly cannot be withstood, they blow all the flowers from Jade Well.” ?
And then we’ve got some imagery of fantastic plenty.
“then cover my ears, annoyed by raucous shouting. Those who know me can no longer be seen;” so again she’s interrupted by mundane bullshit, and I guess her zhiji/the companions of her heart were the compatriots at this banquet, who really Got her
So is this a sense of belonging, truly, with like--the immortals? The dead?