* I found the best option for the weekly reminder emails, via Gmail. The external service options are more involved than our purposes require. Does anyone know anything about how to arrange an Apps Script? Basically all it has to do is tell ten people, on Saturdays, to come and get their juice/poems.
Until someone knows what to do there, I'll send out manual messages weekly. If you'd like to receive these and are not getting them, please let me know.
* If you haven't read it yet, chapter one, on tetrasyllabic shi poetry, in How to Read Chinese Poetry is hugely useful for the Book of Odes, imo.
* IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS WHO MIGHT LIKE TO JOIN or have other ideas, please let me know on this post.
* Every week I search the poems' English results to see if I can find any scholarship or neat bits and pop the results in Resources. Here is this week's collection.
**NEXT BATCH APRIL 26.**
Until someone knows what to do there, I'll send out manual messages weekly. If you'd like to receive these and are not getting them, please let me know.
* If you haven't read it yet, chapter one, on tetrasyllabic shi poetry, in How to Read Chinese Poetry is hugely useful for the Book of Odes, imo.
* IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS WHO MIGHT LIKE TO JOIN or have other ideas, please let me know on this post.
* Every week I search the poems' English results to see if I can find any scholarship or neat bits and pop the results in Resources. Here is this week's collection.
**NEXT BATCH APRIL 26.**
Re: 196. 小宛 - Xiao Wan
Though small be the turtle-dove,
It will high in the welkin soar.
My heart is wrung, as I muse
On our sires in the days of yore.
At the earliest dawn two forms*
Haunt my soul, and I sleep no more.
Sedate, shrewd men o’er their cups
Are sober and self-restrained;
More sottish from day to day
Grow these witless and cloudy-brained.
Give heed to decorum, all!
Heaven’s gifts are not twice obtained.
Wild beans that on commons grow
Are the people’s common quest.†
The mulberry-insect’s brood
By the sphex is borne (to her nest).‡
Instruct, then, and train your sons;
You will make them good as the best.
Take note how the wagtail sings
As she flutters from place to place.§
[224]
The days of our life speed on,
And the months are marching apace;—
Up early, and late repose;
So bring to your parents no disgrace.
The green-beaks,* hovering round,
Come pecking the grain in the yards.
Alas for our needy and lone—
Thought meet for prisons and wards!
With handfuls of grain I divine
Whether fortune aught better accords.
Our humble, respectful men
Are on tops of trees, as it were;
Or, as peering into a gulf,
Shrink nervously back with care;
Or softly and fearfully tread
As on ice that will scarcely bear.
https://oll.libertyfund.org/title/confucius-the-shi-king-the-old-poetry-classic-of-the-chinese