What Were They Like? (Denise Levertov Poem)
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom, Moonlight fills every corner of our Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles. Stars ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; auspicious incense burns ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Moonlight slanting through the bamboo grove; a cuckoo crying. (Matsuo Basho)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Many an evening she had watched the moon made ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish ...
I came here a wanderer thinking of home, remembering my far away Ch'ang-an. And then, from deep in Yellow Crane ...
Amongst bubbling streams a dog barks; peach blossom is heavy with dew; here and there a deer can be seen ...
After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played at the front gate, pulling ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
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