tBlog - Muse

I was wondering whence come those voices,
Which I hear playing in my head;
Melodious words that translate into handsome verses,
And cause my pen to dance with grace.

I do not know about heavenly music,
But I think I can almost imagine;
This tune I hear in my head,
Is like the songs that the angels sing.

I longed to trace the one whose voice,
Flood my head all the time;
Now at last I realized,
That medley was no one else’s, but thine.

[Painting, "The Ambassador of Beauty, ZhaoJun" by Shang XiaoFang]

*Zhao Jun, to your lovely descendant...

posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 03.19.05 (1:26 am)

I see somebody is starting to catch up on Chinese literature and history...notice how catching up means going back to even more ancient times:) What a wonderful 'contradiction'! What I admire most about Wang Zhao Jun is not her beauty, nor her voice though; but her determination in not giving in to bribery to the Palace's Artist in order for her portrait, which was to be presented to the King; to be drawn artificially exquisitely-though I did read that she was an exquisite beauty no less. Her righteousness is a transcending beauty of all times.

posted by: jacksaid (reply)
post date: 03.19.05 (4:23 am)

This Beauty enchanted me by being the very few Beauty that brought peace instead of strife (between the Hun and Han kingdoms).

Thanks for the information about Wang Zhao Jun. :)