The singing stopped (Masaoka Shiki Poems)
The singing stoppeda flying cicadaI saw it!(Masaoka Shiki)
The singing stoppeda flying cicadaI saw it!(Masaoka Shiki)
an old pond-floating upside downa cicada's shell(Masaoka Shiki)
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
_HARCOMBE NEAR LYME_September: 1878 Before me with one happy heave Of golden green the hillside curves, ...
The light of morning now begins to thrillUpon the purple mountains, and the grayMist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the stillDeep ...
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
We lying by seasand, watching yellowAnd the grave sea, mock who derideWho follow the red rivers, hollowAlcove of words out ...
Even as I watched the daylight how it spedFrom noon till eve, and saw the light wind passIn long pale ...
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,and fire made solid in the flinty stone,thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire ...
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills, and fire made solid in the flinty stone, thick-massed or scattered ...
ONLY the dusty common road, The glaring weary heat;Only a man with a soldier's load, And the sound ...
The slow calving of a glacier, the sudden eruption of a once dormant volcano The birth of a rainbow at ...
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
As I reached down To unlock my canoe From the tree, I held onto a Black birch sapling's branch. There, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Stillness-- the cicada's cry drills into the rocks. (Matsuo Basho)
A cicada shell; it sang itself utterly away. (Matsuo Basho)
BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till; I have a larger on my window-sill. A farm, d'ye say? ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
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