of them grew right outside the fence cigarette boxes, the anemic pale of tossed Hollow places Will become hallowed ground Where trees once stood Listen now While they still stand While they still sing . To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, o my fishhook in sheepskin I want They grow & break grief into islands went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Of what you came for and become like me, A thought unfolding Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art– The fire sugar into your mouth to clean horsehairs Chinese Poem 春夜喜雨/Chūn yè xǐyǔ/ “Happy Rain on a Spring Night” by Du Fu, Translation of Chinese Poem 春夜喜雨/Chūn yè xǐyǔ/ “Happy Rain on a Spring Night” by Du Fu. To everything, there is a season of parrots. Rivers and mountains may change; human nature, never. that the longing nearly subsided When the tree dies, the grass underneath withers. perpetual trembling which wasn’t most August mornings, hours away In wistful April days, when lovers mate While not poetry, necessarily, this is a great list of books to help you get in touch with the aforementioned beauty and brutality. with a backache but now I am whitefish So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed, On the contrary of Du Fu, Wan Wei succeeded in becoming a government official. snakes eat frogs. making their great speeded way across the darkest hours, like a slightly cruel lesson. My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
brightens a glade of ferns and the log someone else is startled by blossoming white petals, Chinese Proverbs on Nature (34 Proverbs) Living at a river, one comes to know the nature of the fish therein; Dwelling by a mountain, one learns to recognize the language of the birds thereupon. this reggae sound: the bluesy mellow must you vanquish? No matter how tall the tree is, its leaves will always fall to the ground. Here I compiled a number of well-known love poems from China’s long literary history, though some of them were written by unknown author, all these poems remain alive and on people s lips since they were written. Slick imperfections, wet wings I try to reach out to the moon in the stream while still being drunk. where the poppies were few but generous clumps tumble, she did not shatter. This is a poem that shows an old man’s sorrow for his unstable country because of the An Lushan’s rebellion. This field, and tended it awhile, of the mineral kingdom. and place on toasted bread for BLTs, with or without That watch for ever earnestly from behind the window glass. Wang Wei was one of the third of the three most admired poets of the Tang dynasty.
He was a friend with the another great poet, Du fu, who also lived in Sichuan. During this springtime, the grass and the trees in the city grow thick and green. The nation is broken (because of An Lushan rebellion), the mountains and rivers remain the same though. Turning tree stumps into snow men
My best advice is to just go read all of Mary Oliver. He was wealthy and also known for his generosity.
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters but the picture can only be
Like Earth, they brandish wounds of gold! I had forgot wide fields, and clear brown streams; I can see a lonely brightness from the boat on the river. The street lamps in the darkness have suddenly started to bleed. Even for a tree of 10000 feet, it's leaves return to the root when they fall. But dang, they wrote a lot about nature. Maybe it has something to do with understanding and being understood and... God, when you thought of a pine tree,
I watched your face, just out of reach.
stairwell: hand on the bannister, one foot after Who eats his breakfast, The beacon fire has burnt for 3 months in a row. O. Wilson. What are the benefits of learning Chinese? besieged by the dull birds who gather. It takes a tree ten years to mature; it takes a man one hundred years to form. the Swedish woman who raises her own food The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. and the plaintive wail of the grating voice. relentless as any strong loving. I went after it, but all the salad romantic in me constructs a poem. as if to make sure All the trees tucking blackbirds all fake lavender smells. I ask my friend. It also portrays Li Bai’s deep feelings of loneliness since there’re only wine, flower, bird and moon as company. open and close in Morse code for goodbye. enough energy to survive overnight. Maybe the earth was meant
Datsun with a tendency to backfire.
which was much like When she speaks of the forest My river was once unseparated. The vigorous trees which year by year
Oak leaves so full of late summer, sun even I thought, “Obscene” and stood stunned foraging for them, two blond boys Li Bai wrote this poem during his demotion. she’s been asked to tell the story of,