Spectacular Splendor-Erotic Poetry
Spectacular Splendor-Erotic Poetry
By
KoLin
Poem from the Qing
Dynasty
Translated from the Chinese by
Chu-chan
Poem by c
dean
Spectacular Splendor
By
KoLin
Poem from the Qing
Dynasty
Translated from the Chinese by
Chu-chan
Poem by c
dean
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Translators forward
KoLin
was a master of Ci or Tzu poetry form ranking him
with the great masters of the Tang KoLin
rich verbal texture rich sound and visual texture rank
him above such greats as Li he Li Shang-yin and
Wen Ting yun KoLin
takes the use of metaphor and simile to greater
heights than the metaphorical concentration reached
by the late Tang by Tu Fu in old age and brought
to a climax with Li Shang-yin Many claim that
the Qing the end result of a falling away in poetry
starting with the end of the Tang this may be so in
general but the genius of KoLin
is an exception to that view the poems of KoLin
are paintings in words he surpasses Wang Wei
both in this and his ability to give us insights into
the profound mystery of life via nature his poems
have vigor and power far surpassing Tu Fu and Li
Po or even Wang Chang-lin KoLin
is an esthete writing a decadent work spectacular
splendor his eroticism is not seen in any poem before
or since in the 3000 years of Chinese poetry Enjoy
betaken on a Technicolor journey a spectacular
splendor of visual and auditory and emotional delight
Preface
Desire not
but
Desire not Desire not
Ah if but thy mind thoughts
couldst forget senses lures lures
of breasts of cunts dragging us
down into the weeds of life the net
caught we in its pearls glowing
web to still those thoughts and
fromst the bowl of life that net
of dust oer the rim to freedom
we be but alas entangled more we
be in freedoms quest fromst cunt
Closer than
satin thread weaved in
silk
closer than
sufi in union with his god
long I to be fused with
thee
oh be it pink frost fromst
thy cunt floats towards
the moon adrift I on
dreams float within that
pinkness ast moonlight
fills the mind of I with
thy cunt decked in sunlight
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crack
crack
crack
crack crack
crack crack
firecrackers bust like
golden stars shimmering
light fire-flies that scurry
past my minds eye mist
hovers oer those curved
lips hanging ast gauzecurtains pink alone light
lights the cell of I I
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