
orly's present from london (to m.y.)- cute mints.
i always buy something from there. It's part one of a trilogy.
"'On the morning of his birthday, Yuko and his father were walking along by the river, 'Father,' he said,'I want to become a poet.'
The monk wrinkled his brow in a way that was barely perceptible and yet revealed a deep disappointment. The sun was reflected in the ripples of the water. A moon-fish glided past the birch trees and disappeared under the wooden bridge.
'Poetry is not a profession. It is a way of passing the time. Poems are like water. Like this river.'
Yuko lowered his gaze to the quiet, flowing water. Then he turned towards his father and said:
'That is just what I want to do. To learn to watch the passing of time.'"
Snow, p. 12 plus 13, chapter two, by maxine f.
review: i seriously don't know if the book tends towards pretension or simplicity. some bits are nicely phrased but in general, wow i really am sitting on the fence. maybe if i read the original french i'd have a more definite response. this one was not a worthy investment though.
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