Chinese Culture Figure of Woman with Mirror AD 700-750 glazed earthenware Art Institute of Chicago |
Chinese Culture Three Gentlemen ca. 1550-1700 carved wood with traces of paint Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Immortals collecting Mountain Fungus 18th century lapis lazuli Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Calligraphic Tile 1822 porcelain Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Figure of Musician AD 700-750 glazed earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Figure of Musician AD 700-750 glazed earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Figure of Musician AD 700-750 glazed earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Libation Cup (lotus blossom with swarming dragons) 18th century rhinoceros horn Newport Mansions Preservation Society, Rhode Island |
Chinese Culture Falcon 18th century glazed earthenware Newport Mansions Preservation Society, Rhode Island |
Chinese Culture Tomb Guardian AD 690-750 painted and glazed earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Spirit Guardian AD 500-525 painted earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Spirit Guardian AD 618-907 painted earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Snuff Bottle 19th century turquoise Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Ornament (grave goods) 4700-2900 BC nephrite Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Roof Ornament 16th century glazed stoneware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Chinese Culture Tripod 2500-2000 BC earthenware Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Parable of Flight
A flock of birds leaving the side of the mountain.
Black against the spring evening, bronze in early summer,
rising over blank lake water.
Why is the young man disturbed suddenly,
his attention slipping from his companion?
His heart is no longer wholly divided; he's trying to think
how to say this compassionately.
Now we hear the voices of the others, moving through the library
toward the veranda, the summer porch; we see them
taking their usual places on the various hammocks and chairs,
the white wood chairs of the old house, rearranging
the striped cushions.
Does it matter where the birds go? Does it even matter
what species they are?
They leave here, that's the point,
first their bodies, then their sad cries.
And from that moment, cease to exist for us.
You must learn to think of our passion that way.
Each kiss was real, then
each kiss left the face of the earth.
– Louise Glück (1996)