The aspens are turning, my neighbor said. I went to see. Mostly gold, some red, They stood and whirled, their...

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Poems from the Hungarian Poetry Reading 9/19/2013   Twenty Years Later By János Vajda (1827–1897) / Translation by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth...

I left my gloves at the analyst's He called to say he'd found them Black, he said, lined with cotton...

“Hello, again!” the sun does say when rising on a morn in May. “Thanks for the break,” replies the moon....

That distant bellow is merely a case Of west wind rushing through the tamarack In a race with itself to...

Imagine that you were lost in a wilderness and had to find your way out. Fortunately, you have with you...

Some People Say Some people say that giraffes were petite and they grew their necks out to properly eat, or...

Seasong I heard the wreathéd coral horn That Triton blew, and less forlorn Did suddenly I feel: I heard the...

On the painting "Le berges d'Arcadie" by Nicolas Poussin The rugged mountains in the distance stand beyond, above the three,...

At the Moment of Our Death At the moment of our death As we draw our final breath Should we...

  Held on May 26, 2014, at Da Tang, in New York, participants read Tang Dynasty poetry, translated poetry previously...

Blue and Yellow Barn-Swallows She made a note to note when they arrived. It’s obvious whenev’r they fin’lly do. Over...

  Our ends and deaths sit with us all the time defining executioners and crime; and though we try to...

Coastal Shingle There, totem-stacked in paratactic charm, The words cascade: Hay.Shavings.Piglets.Straw. I had not sought a sign from Salt Marsh...

Zhen-Shan-Ren: “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance,” the three main principles of Falun Dafa Zhen-Shan-Ren, Zhen-Shan-Ren… Hear the Truth that sounds like “Zhen,” Rhythm that...

Ashamed I will no longer be... Ashamed I will no longer be To write an older poetry -- I have...

The cost of insurance was such Its price I could sadly not touch -- So I gave all of that...

Updated January 10, 2020 Ascending the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling by Li Bai (701-762) Here phoenix roamed four hundred years...

The Battleground The slashing blades strike fierce and deep The newly stricken fall down in heaps. In vain: the foe...

  Cynthia Moon Go drag your white skull before blind seas That tumble dazed to your mono-eyed magic Go string...

Waiting, Sadly For Keats I'm waiting, sadly, for a guest to come: What hour defeats me and how I don't...

The two were different as could be as anyone could surely see One was tall and thick and white, the...

The Fallen Vestige The fallen vestige of her foliate time: Browned leaves beneath; coarse needles of old pine Once green...

Vespers Lonely broods the moonlit gloom High above the river's flume, Hiding in its dark vault Stars nebulous clouds exalt....

Click: a Pic of Xi Jinping By Lu "Reed Cabs" Wei He rolls along, like as a giant panda bear,...

Oh what is the hue? The right shade of blue To color the new morning sky And the green for...

Tell me why the patient is still crying. What pharmaceuticals? pain pills? barbiturates? What pretties has the doctor been supplying?...

Retreating Snow Like an old man dragging his long white hair out of the lawn, back toward the forest’s shade,...

  Ode to Alexander They say he cried, the great king, when He marched upon his journey's end. To live...

"Beauty comes from life well lived." —Wilbur Dee Case They are all looking for a loveliness refined, a beautiful design...

Held on April 14, 2014, at Da Tang, in New York, participants read Tang Dynasty poetry, contemporary poetry previously written...

  This Autumn Evening These words of Bashō I cannot claim as my own, but they appear again and again...

In prison cells our aching calls go nowhere but around the walls, and bruising hands repress our cries, replacing truth...

I love to gaze into the midnight sky To search the night for planets and bright stars, Caress, with pointing...

A little hurt, a little grime, a little dirt, a little crime on Falun Gong. A little smell, a little...

O sweet be this soft morning’s song As golden mist on earth descends And skylarks trill an hour long While...

Because he gave up life in town To graze the old undulant farm They called him a provincial clown Who...

I dreamed again last night, of waters, raging, That break in waves across the Thunersee, Where mountains coldly climb, fir-clad...

A grand council of trees Stood majestic, serene Heavy laden with snow Beautiful and pristine And I felt reverence For...