Brude (Cale Young Rice Poems)
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
I O-Shichi, all my heart today Is dreaming of your fate; And of your little house that ...
IO you poets, ever pretending Love is immortal, pipe the truth!Empty your books of lies, the ending Of no passion ...
Art thou enraged, O sea, with the blue peace Of heaven, so to uplift thine arm?d waves, Thy ...
(_In Japan_) Where the fair golden idols Sit in darkness and in silenceWhile the temple drum beats solemnly and slow; ...
1 Out of the night of lovelessness I call Thee, as, in a chill chamber where no rays ...
When moonlight on the face Of the great Buddha falls As he sits in Nirvana ...
Give over, O sea! You never shall reach Nirvana! Your tides, like the tidal generations, ever shall rise and ...
I know, Lord, Thou hast sent Him-- Thou art so good to me!-- But Thou hast only lent ...
(_At Shwe Dagohn, in old Rangoon_)All night long the pagoda slaveHears the wind-bells high in the airTinkle with low sweet ...
I want to go back to Singapore And ship along the Straits,To a bungalow I know beside Penang; Where cocoanut ...
1 Tho' thou hast ne'er unpent thy pain's delight Upon these airs, bird of the poet's love, ...
(_At Hong-kong_)I was weary and slept on the Peak; The air clung close like a shroud,And ever the blue-fly's buzz ...
(_Mandalay_)The palms along the old fort wall are paling, The mountains in the evening light are red,The moon has dropped ...
(HIROSHIMA, JAPAN, 1905) Pale sampans up the river glide, With set sails vanishing and slow; In ...
IMany are on the sea to-day With all sails set.The tide rolls in a restive gray, The wind blows wet.The ...
IDragon-fly lightingOn the temple-bell,Whose soul do you hearOn the Day of the Dead?The soul of my lover?Ah me, the plightingBetween ...
We are not lovers, you and I, Upon this sunny lane, But children who have never known ...
Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes ...
And is it so That two who stand Heart closed in heart, Hand knit to hand, Can let love go ...
From a far minaret of faithful cloudA wraith-muezzin of the sunset criedOver the sea that swung with sultan pride,"Allah is ...
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