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Gary Snyder (b.1930)
Axe Handles      By Gary Snyder   One afternoon the last week in April Showing Kai how to throw a hatchet One-half turn and it sticks in a stump. He recalls the hatchet-head Without a handle, in the shop And go gets it, and wants it for his own. A broken-of...

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Ram Dass (b.1931)
A Journey The journey is on, on and on.. The Journey is on...alone in the way, From clowdy days to a brigher world, From bitter reality to a dream world... This is a journey of dreams, Besides the frozen lake and violet fowers, Above the blue mountains and ...

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Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997)
Song The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born...

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Wendell Berry
A Meeting In A Part In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I was. Yet I, the changed one, ask: "How you bee...

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Yau Ywe-Hwa (Tang Dynasty)
Still He Does Not Come by Yau Ywe-Hwa (T'ang Dynasty) I have been here a long time, Waiting With silver candles And sparkling wine, Walking up to the gate And back again, Watching for him Till it's nearly daylight. Now the moon has set, The stars are few, A...

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Li Qingzhao (1084-1155)
 Li Qingzhao (Li Ching-chao, 1084-1155) This year w ith the end of autumn I find my reflection graying at the temples. Now that the evening wind is gaining force, what shall become of the plum blossoms?

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Li Qingzhao (1084-1155)
Li Qingzhao (Li Ching-chao, 1084-1155) The migrant songbird on the bough wet with dew brings t ears to my eyes with her m elodious trills— this fresh downpour rewetting the stains of older spills; another spring gone, and still no word from you ...

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Ally Malinenko
The Eight of Cups by Ally Malinenko Posted in Ally Malinenko , tagged poetry on December 17, 2009           I always thought I should have been a Pisces, a water sign but I am horribly earthbound. Behind me, I can hear the static hum of last year and tonigh...

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Su Shi (Su Tung Po- 1037-1101)
Visiting the Temple of the God of Mercy on a Rainy Day Su Shi The silkworms grow old, The wheat half yellow, The rain falls unrestrained about the mountain. The farmers cannot work the land, Nor women gather mulberry, The Immortals sit high in white robes i...

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Su Tung Po (1037-1101)
The Song of the Cranes   by: Su Shi (1037-1101)     translated by Herbert A. Giles Away! away! my birds, fly westwards now, To wheel on high and gaze on all below; To swoop together, pinions closed, to earth; To soar aloft once more among the clouds; To wan...
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