Category: Poem
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at each encounter of poetry
I wish I have the power to tell why poetry but I am too often seized by ‘what is the matter’ when at each encounter, I have much less left to say than before. Is it to excuse myself that it is you that don’t want to be said at all; or is it to…
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the frame of YOU
you call me the Rose, says the Rose but if you know my real name – I would wither at once the surfaces that we are what’s underneath?unknowingly the other, as such. Once seen, would scatter. I will always remember the memory of Rose who is not your real name.
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Random poem #7
‘in the woods over there deeply buried in snow, last night a few branches of plum-tree burst out in bloom.’ (a Chinese poet)
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a flower poem
just when you thought you had grasped your meaning through it it reveals its frailty a hug that stuns you with loneliness as soon as it shuns leaves you wanting (reading 秋风词, 李白)
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Stardust
Their brightness has traveled, continues to travel across the universes. But it is impossible to conceive these shining stars will die. Here is a lack of ability or availability to pronounce: we ancestors of Immanence (?) is not linear or historical or grammatical. bursts of signless… Silence Some stars shining now have long been gone.
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Random poem #5
Ce qui dure x Caprices (Paganini) Je t’aime avec ce que mon êtreA de plus fort contre la mortWhere is the heart that holds its fort, impenetrable against deathMon vrai cœur, celui qui s’attacheEt souffre depuis qu’il est néI love you with all my being stronger against deathCombien peu de passé subsiste !My ancient heart!…
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Sympathetic moon
Wisps of clouds hoveringThere is the moonCloserThere is hecloserwas so perfect amoment, thisa memory box to keepI say as good as I can getclose to … 多情只有春庭月,犹为离人照落花。【寄人,张泌】
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to excess
Rhapsody series (4th panel of 10), 2016.
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random thought #2
A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words (Robert Frost) A complete poem is one where an other finds the medium and the medium finds the placement
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random poem #4