The Cotters Saturday Night
Inscribed to R
Aiken,
Esq
"Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor...
Inscribed to R
Aiken,
Esq
"Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor...
Tonight over Fu-zhou, as in Ch'ang-an, stark bright the moon;
By your bedroom window, you gaze at it alone
Faraway,
I weep for our little boy and girl, too
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birdsflying past on their way to roost
The stars quiver as they look down on themyriad doors of the palace, and the moon's light increases as she moves intothe ninefold sky<...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their masonry Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie And snort, outlined against the gray Of lowhung cloud
I hear the sigh The goaded city gives, n...
All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,
But the hands gripping the rifles were naked
And the hollow pits of the eyes stared, vacant and black,
When the moonlight shone
Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows near the tower
Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs
In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl
Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words
Silent, silent night,
Quench the holy
Of thy torches bright;
For possessed of
CE, and whirling worlds
Through all encircling skies
What floods come o'er the spirit's bar,
What wondrous thoughts arise
I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that
Be music, night,
That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall choirs Be a hand, sea,
That her dreams may watch Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world Be a voice, sky,
That her beauties may be counted And the ...
The moon rises
The red cubs
In the ferns by the rotten
Stare over a marsh and a
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room
A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water,
And in the corner away from the hearth, the red
Of an up-ended chariot slowly turn