PRUNING TREES - Po Chu-I “Before my window grow trees; tall trees and dense foliage grows. Sad, alas, the distant…
HOW COULD I: "How could I hold it in me, my soul, that your material does not touch; as you…
NIGHT THOUGHTS - Li Bai In front of my bed the moon illuminates the earth As reflections of frost. I…
“Love or blood? Throughout the spring peony is in this that haunts me. Night falls, I'm alone, alone without a…
"I get lost if I encounter, I doubt if I find, I do not have if I got it. As…
Song of autumn at midnight (Anonymous) "The autumn wind coming through windows The silk curtains come agitated by the breath…
Thoughts on a quiet night “Before the bed a bright moonbeam on earth seems to be frost shine. He raises…
“Dead crying ... In the great days of the tomb, As I stand in birch Izach and in mourning, Which…
Today it is easy, even for a woman to talk about sex and femininity, but have the courage to express…
The silence penetrates into the rock a song of cicadas. The first snow! Just to fold the…