Intimations Of The Beautiful (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
There is a path that leads Through purple iron-weeds, By button-bush and mallow Along a creek; A path that wildflowers hallow, That wild birds seek; Roofed ...
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
If I were a poet, my sweetest songShould have the bouquet of scuppernong,With a racy smack in every lineFrom the ...
This old village—not a single house without persimmon trees. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
I sink my teethinto a ripe persimmon-it dribbles down my beard(Masaoka Shiki)
I bite into a persimmonand a bell resounds-Horyuji(Masaoka Shiki)
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 1154, died at Toyama on Mount Hino, 24th June 1216) Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Down the Yang-tse bat-wing junk And tatterdemalion sampan glide,Sails of brown and black and yellow swinging. Down the Yang-tse bat-wing ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
This old village-- not a single house without persimmon trees. (Matsuo Basho)
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