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Returning to my Cottage - Wang Wei

A bell in the distance the sound floats down the valley one by one woodcutters and fisherman stop work, start home the mountains move off into darkness alone, I turn home as great clouds beckon from the h...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 0 comments

He Wishes for the Cloths Of Heaven - William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being ...

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