Let’s Drink Wine (Li Ho Poems)
Hsi and Ho gallop their six steedsDays and nights leave us no leisure,Chasing the crow to Mount Yan-zi's bamboos,They flog ...
Hsi and Ho gallop their six steedsDays and nights leave us no leisure,Chasing the crow to Mount Yan-zi's bamboos,They flog ...
BESIDE the country road with truant graceWild carrot lifts its circles of white lace.From vines whose interwoven branches drapeThe old ...
The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea,And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling ...
The hornets build in plaster-dropping rooms,And on its mossy porch the lizard lies;Around its chimneys slow the swallow flies,And on ...
A yellow-breasted birdheraldic on his rockdevised himself to give backdue light to an afternoon.Who from his posing tookstrength, as from ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud they drowned out slumber, and peafowl strolled screaming beside ...
Third day, third month festival, and the air fresh with spring;beside Serpentine Lake in Chang'an, many lovely women ...
...of the clear and lovely waters when with his pointed beak he seems to shatter a crystal mirror, but the ...
Once more the lark with song and speedCleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^;Fall, like the flute of GanymedeTwirling and ...
COME to the river-bank with me; For there are plumed ferns of crescent green, And in the wine-dark pools are ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" When night comes, I am so flushed with wine, I undo ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
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