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A A J/ . FOUR JAPANESE PAINTINGS, " .
I THE PINE BRANCH
A pine-branch stretches out Across the silence . . .
. . . Grey silence, untroubled Until this living thing Smote it into music. . . .
The void is restless now.
II PINES ON A MOUNTAIN
Red pine-trunks! Immutable pines! Pillars upright under the grey sky! Pillars upright over the chasmed earth!— Upon these snow-heights Your downward sloping branches Point toward the human world Remote and troubled. But here on the ultimate ramparts Of the winter hills, Your huge columns Rise toward bleak heaven— Like an indomitable procession Of warriors, dark, green-crested, To whom the snows Are only wine and trumpets, To whom the winds Are only battle.
The Wave Symphon.
III THE WAVE SYMPHONY
Around islands of jade and malachite
The waves are advancing,
IV BUDDHA APPEARING FROM BE HIND MOUNTAINs
Two hills meet— Two dark green hills. About their shoulders Silver mists cling.
Slowly the gigantic
Arthur Davison Ficke