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There were skies onyx at night... moons by day...lakes pale as her eyes... breathless windsundressing tall elms... she would saythat we loved, but som..
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Massive, gray, these leaden waves
bear their unchanging burden ...
the sameness of each day to day
while the wind seems to struggle to say
somet..
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A black ringletcurls to lieat the nape of her neck,glistening with sweatin the evaporate moonlight ...This is what I remembernow that I cannot forget...
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Be ashamed, O mountains and seas: these were men who drew valorous breath.Assume, like pale chattels, an ashen silence at death.by Parmenio, translati..
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Anacreon(circa 582-485BC)was a Greekpoet who is remembered today especially for his drinking songs and erotic poems. He is included in the cano..
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She is wise in the way that children are wise,looking at me with such knowing, grave eyesI must bend down to her to understand.But she only smiles, an..
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Mother's SmilebyMichael R. BurchThere never was a fonder smilethan mother's smile, no softer touchthan mother's touch. So sleep awhileand know she lov..
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Watching wan moonlightilluminate tree limbs,my heart also brims,overflowing with autumn."Autumn" by Ono no Komachi, loose translation/interpretation b..
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Our life here on earth:to what shall we compare it?Perhaps to a rowboatdeparting at daybreak,leaving no trace of us in its wake?by Takaha Shugyo, loos..
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Grasses wilt:the braking locomotivegrinds to a halt― Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. BurchOh, fallen camellias,if I were you,I..
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