as fog hangs over the tops of buildings touched by limbs of bare-branched trees in awe I feel the autumn morning this winter in Manhattan
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A poor man on a tiny plot Imagines beyond the forest green; No words of the wise can mend his lot, He bears the burden as if a dream. He plants his field and tends for autumn, Singing a song of the land he sows, …
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The sun goes up and soars on to the end For me to chase somewhere beyond, alone; Today I’m here to rest and meet a friend, By dawn I’m off to seek a shore unknown. It’s been near fifteen years without a rest And now …
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229. Farewell to Cui Pei Di Traversing mountains thin and deepAnd on through hills and dales revered;For just a day you’ll be a manOf Eden, land of love and cheer. Chinese Pronunciation 送崔九 Sòng cuī jiǔ 歸山深淺去， Guī shān shēn qiǎn qù， …
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I drifted south to follow the call of birds, Then hunted around my former haunting grounds Out west, where all was won with sand-swept words, I think, once in the red-baked canyon towns. In the wind somewhere I hear a whistling stone And stop at …
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