And I loved the photographs of the moonlit tiles- the first revealing a Paul Klee like face, a lunar- being revealed by the Moon rays, and the second photograph a close-up of the further revealed eye of this captured being- who knows how long has been waiting for that particular moment to arrive and the stars and planets and the moon all in divine alignment, waiting for a discerning eye to notice.
Your voice was especially moving in reading this emotive poem, which seems to have survived the transition of a translation with great beauty… and something in the timbre of your voice was deep and warm- like rich notes emanating from the inner chambers of your heart.
And the larynx is a mystery instrument - the voice such a miracle and the origin of sound as old as perhaps the Moon itself.
I am late here, as I was in my own twilight zone at the time of your writing, so very happy return to see this lovely post for so many reasons - the reading , the poem, the comments, and the invocation of the Moon in all her moods, and all of us here, in all our moods- peaceful together in our similarities and differences.
Jill, what a poetic and thoughtful reflection on the power of voice and the shared experience of this community. I like the way you describe the voice as an instrument and the connection to the timeless, celestial presence of the Moon adds such a deep layer to the discussion of human expression and connection.
Thank you. That was sad but very beautiful. I think you got the poet just right. Of course, la luna is so very beautiful and perfect and awesome that it can (and, I think, should) make us grateful even when we are sad (triste in Italian). And make us humble, too. Loved your reading. I didn’t know that poem.
Find the smallest things that are constant, bring a smile. Oh, dearest Patti, I thank you for reminding me of ways to find my smile; the moon, a poem, your voice ❤
These photographs are extraordinary. The tiles appear less solid with the moonlight making it all feel like liminal space. Very very beautiful. Happy Pink Full Moon in Scorpio.
I love the moon - talk to it every night that I can see it - it makes me sad to think that when I eventually leave the Earth, I will miss the beautiful moon so much...
Thank you again for this poem. I am learning so much and experiencing such wonder from these posts...
All is square with this moon^^
Glad to help, Jill :)
And I loved the photographs of the moonlit tiles- the first revealing a Paul Klee like face, a lunar- being revealed by the Moon rays, and the second photograph a close-up of the further revealed eye of this captured being- who knows how long has been waiting for that particular moment to arrive and the stars and planets and the moon all in divine alignment, waiting for a discerning eye to notice.
dear Patti,
Your voice was especially moving in reading this emotive poem, which seems to have survived the transition of a translation with great beauty… and something in the timbre of your voice was deep and warm- like rich notes emanating from the inner chambers of your heart.
And the larynx is a mystery instrument - the voice such a miracle and the origin of sound as old as perhaps the Moon itself.
I am late here, as I was in my own twilight zone at the time of your writing, so very happy return to see this lovely post for so many reasons - the reading , the poem, the comments, and the invocation of the Moon in all her moods, and all of us here, in all our moods- peaceful together in our similarities and differences.
Jill, what a poetic and thoughtful reflection on the power of voice and the shared experience of this community. I like the way you describe the voice as an instrument and the connection to the timeless, celestial presence of the Moon adds such a deep layer to the discussion of human expression and connection.
thank you Sol, for your comments, and for the sharing of your responses too. I really appreciate this.
Your voice is so beautiful here, Patti. How could a speaking voice be so full of emotion. You are a human cello.
"human cello' perfectly described, Kim.
Thank you. That was sad but very beautiful. I think you got the poet just right. Of course, la luna is so very beautiful and perfect and awesome that it can (and, I think, should) make us grateful even when we are sad (triste in Italian). And make us humble, too. Loved your reading. I didn’t know that poem.
Beautiful https://open.substack.com/pub/gregorypettys?r=f1gey&utm_medium=ios
Thank you for sharing! We had a gorgeous view of the Pink Full Moon here in New York as well 💖
That was so soothing. Thank you for sharing the moon with us.
Full moon blessings to you Patti. Thank you for the beautiful reading. X
Oh to occasionally witness a bright full moon! We are lucky beings
Find the smallest things that are constant, bring a smile. Oh, dearest Patti, I thank you for reminding me of ways to find my smile; the moon, a poem, your voice ❤
Haiku Buson on the Moon
Mustard flowers
The moon is in the east
The sun is in the west
Buson Yosano
（1716-1784)
It is not a personal translation.
These photographs are extraordinary. The tiles appear less solid with the moonlight making it all feel like liminal space. Very very beautiful. Happy Pink Full Moon in Scorpio.
I love the moon - talk to it every night that I can see it - it makes me sad to think that when I eventually leave the Earth, I will miss the beautiful moon so much...