From cd881fe6bdc586732011dcd70e9ce0fe79f8148f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 09:01:07 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] Small change --- content/seasons/reading.md | 10 +--------- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 9 deletions(-) diff --git a/content/seasons/reading.md b/content/seasons/reading.md index 65c901f..21388d3 100644 --- a/content/seasons/reading.md +++ b/content/seasons/reading.md @@ -13,10 +13,6 @@ Much of the imagery in poetry around Winter picks up on this, and we commonly se Issa says, {{% verse %}} -*Arigata ya* -*fusama no yuki mo* -*Jodo yori* - A blessing indeed --- This snow on the bed-quilt, This, too, is from the pure land @@ -149,10 +145,6 @@ And, as the guidelines say, that has stuck with me. I think about it every time Issa says, {{% verse %}} -*Kore ga maa* -*tsui no sumika ka* -*yuki goshaku* - Is this it, then, My last resting place --- Five feet of snow! @@ -263,7 +255,7 @@ It sticks with me, apparently. In my own writing, I've dug deep into the beauty Ioan, a few paragraphs above this, even talks of thistles. -Weeds are those whose goal is to cling desperately to life *even* in death. Weeds don't wish for death, they accept it as inevitable more easily than us poor fools. The one speaking in that quote, after all, *is* named 'May Then My Name Die With Me'. +Weeds are those whose goal is to cling desperately to life *even* in death. Weeds don't wish for death, they accept it as inevitable more easily than us poor fools. -----