In the reign of the Emperor Nimmyo,
when Ono no Komachi, the strange girl poet, was 17,
she set out looking for her father, who
had become a Buddhist wanderer.
She took ill on her journey, and sick in bed one night saw,
as your radiance thus come, medicine master, in a dream.
He told her she would find a hot springs
on the bank of the Azuma river in the Bandai mountains that
would cure her, and she'd meet her father there.
Enchantment as blue as the sky up above,
my rose of San Antone.
Tibetans believe that goddesses have lapis lazuli hair.
Azure, old French, azur, Arabic, lazaward, Persian, lazhward,
lapis lazuli, blue bead charms against the evil eye.
Hemp.
Hemp, Cheremiss and Zyrjan words,
these two languages being Finno-Ugric,
a wandering culture word of wide diffusion.
Tim and Kim and Don and I were talking
about what an awful authoritarian garb
doctors and nurses wear, really, how spooky it is.
What should they wear?
Masks and feathers.