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拍品專文
Gion Nankai was one of the early pioneers of Japanese literati painting, equally skilled at calligraphy and poetry.
He composed this poem in Chinese:
Jealously rain strikes the window; pistils and stamens wildly fly up.
Hurriedly spring departs; slowly it will return.
Born in this dusty impure world, men grow old –
But I must not despise the things I cannot control.
From a small hermitage deep within a bamboo grove, where I hear only the cry of a bird,
To a solitary village where ferry boats seldom stop,
With my back now bent, to whose house could I go for a drink?
Though I am melancholy and sit in shadow,
I am surrounded by superb paintings.
Translation by Fumiko E. Cranston from Extraordinary Persons, Vol. 2 (1999), p. 26.
He composed this poem in Chinese:
Jealously rain strikes the window; pistils and stamens wildly fly up.
Hurriedly spring departs; slowly it will return.
Born in this dusty impure world, men grow old –
But I must not despise the things I cannot control.
From a small hermitage deep within a bamboo grove, where I hear only the cry of a bird,
To a solitary village where ferry boats seldom stop,
With my back now bent, to whose house could I go for a drink?
Though I am melancholy and sit in shadow,
I am surrounded by superb paintings.
Translation by Fumiko E. Cranston from Extraordinary Persons, Vol. 2 (1999), p. 26.