It is the only place I will be able to return to.
It is the beginning and the end of nature.
The mountain of my homeland.
The village where my father was born is in the mountains,
the town where my mother was born is surrounded by mountains.
Always the sun and moon rise from the peak and set in the ridge.
Saturday, 29 June 2019
Friday, 28 June 2019
Old Spookses' Pass - Isabella Valancy Crawford
I.
We'd camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
Right smart at throwin' a lariat
Was them two fellers, as ever I see;
An' for ridin' a broncho, or argyin' squar
With the devil roll'd up in the hide of a mule,
Them two fellers that camp'd with me thar
Would hev made an' or'nary feller a fool.
We'd camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
Right smart at throwin' a lariat
Was them two fellers, as ever I see;
An' for ridin' a broncho, or argyin' squar
With the devil roll'd up in the hide of a mule,
Them two fellers that camp'd with me thar
Would hev made an' or'nary feller a fool.
Thursday, 27 June 2019
The Loreley - Heinrich Heine
I know not what evermore grieves me,
What makes me sorrow so:
A tale of old times never leaves me,
A tale of long ago.
What makes me sorrow so:
A tale of old times never leaves me,
A tale of long ago.
Wednesday, 26 June 2019
+ANTINOUS+: A Poem - Fernando Pessoa
It rained outside right into Hadrian's soul.
The boy lay dead
On the low couch, on whose denuded whole,
To Hadrian's eyes, that at their seeing bled,
The shadowy light of Death's eclipse was shed.
The boy lay dead
On the low couch, on whose denuded whole,
To Hadrian's eyes, that at their seeing bled,
The shadowy light of Death's eclipse was shed.
Tuesday, 25 June 2019
The Star Wizard's Legacy - Vasko Popa
He left behind his words
Lovelier than the world
No one dares look at them
Lovelier than the world
No one dares look at them
Monday, 24 June 2019
You Will Hear Thunder - Anna Akhmatova
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Sunday, 23 June 2019
The Nut Garden - Joseph Gikatilla
The Nut Garden holds things felt and thought,
and feeling for thought is always a palace —
and feeling for thought is always a palace —
Saturday, 22 June 2019
Too Lazy To Be Ambitious - Taigu Ryokan
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
I let the world take care of itself.
Friday, 21 June 2019
Summer Paintings in Europe - Floss M. Jay
Oh – and these are not paintings:
This shoulder of wheaten gold
tumbling across the low hill
susceptible to breeze and wind
as Van Gogh predicted.
This shoulder of wheaten gold
tumbling across the low hill
susceptible to breeze and wind
as Van Gogh predicted.
Thursday, 20 June 2019
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end? - Li Yu
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?
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