Classic of Poetry
How different are the joys and sorrows of people millennia ago from my own heart today?
📝ONGO's Reflection
The finest anthology of poetry in the East, which Confucius is said to have pared down to three hundred pieces. When I first read these ancient songs aloud, I felt a strange emotion that leapt clear across thousands of years. The weariness of labor sung while weeding the fields, the aching heart waiting for a lover, even the sharp satire aimed at those in power—the texture of their hearts is astonishingly like our own today. Because they hold not grand philosophy but the honest voices of ordinary people, these old poems remain a warm comfort to the weary heart even now.
"The dolichos grows on the mountain, and the swamp is full of mud. I cannot see my lord, and my heart is full of grief."Confucius (compiler), Classic of Poetry
"산에는 칡넝쿨 자라고, 들에는 진흙 가득하네. 사랑하는 그대 보지 못해, 내 마음속 시름만 깊어지네."
🌱Apply It Today
Write your honest feelings in plain, unadorned words as a short three-line poem or note. Use the most everyday language instead of grand words.
