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untitled - Issa

A huge frog and I, staring at each other, neither of us moves....

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments

fallen leaves: an ode to gordon - Peter Compernolle

wintertime has come too soon--already, it's november.picking up fallen leavesno words to express my sorrow...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 2 comments

untitled - Peter Compernolle

enlightened, i knowthe meaning of samsara.i weep for my pen...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 2 comments

An Ode to Gore-Tex (c) - Peter Compernolle

you keep me dry, when outside is wet you wick away most of my sweat you can't tell me you love me, but that's okay i'm sure you'll cure cancer some day!...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments

An Arctic Land in September - Peter Compernolle

september's frozen; yesterday's warmth, no longer. yet i feel at peace...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments

I Would Like to Describe - Zbigniew Herbert

I would like to describe the simplest emotion joy or sadness but not as others do reaching for shafts of rain or sun I would like to describe a light which is being born in me but I know it does not resemble any...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 2 comments

An Evening Dream - Ryokan

An evening dream-- everything must have been an illusion; I cannot explain clearly even one part of what I saw. Yet in the dream it seemed as if the truth were in front of my eyes. This morning, awake, is it not the s...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments

Feeling Fucked Up - Etheridge Knight

Lord she's gone done left me done packed / up and split and I with no way to make her come back and everywhere the world is bare bright bone white crystal sand glistens dope death dead dying and jiving drove her awa...

November 20 @ 5:54pm | 0 comments

Waking up Drunk on a Spring Day - Li Po

Life is a huge dream why work so hard? all day long I drink lying outside the front door awakening looking up through the trees in the garden and one bird singing in the flowers bird, what season is this?...

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This Pine Tree - Ono no Komachi

This pine tree by the rock must have its memories, too— after a thousand years, see how its branches lean toward the ground....

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