The Song of the Cranes, by Su Shi
Away! Away! My birds, fly westwards now,
To ...
Animal Poems
The Stork, by Su Shi
In my garden dwells a stork,
Docile, coming ...
Awakening from Sleep on a Spring Day, by Li Bai
Life is an immense dream. Why toil?
All day l...
By the Great Wall, by Li Bai
I Came the barbarian horde with the autumn;
...
Chuang Chou and the Butterfly, by Li Bai
Chuang Chou in dream became a butterfly,
And ...
Clearing at Dawn, by Li Bai
The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopp...
An Exhortation, by Li Bai
Do you not see the waters of the Yellow River
...
Lady Yang Kuei-Fei at the Imperial Feast of the Peony (II), by Li Bai
She is the flowering branch of the peony,
Ric...
Maid of Wu, by Li Bai
Wine of the grapes,
Goblets of gold--
And a ...
The Night of Sorrow, by Li Bai
A lovely woman rolls up
The delicate bamboo bl...
The Old Dust, by Li Bai
The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, ...
On the Ship of Spice-Wood, by Li Bai
My ship is built of spice-wood and has a rudder...
The Phoenix Bird Tower, by Li Bai
The Phoenix Bird Tower was situated to the nort...
The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter, by Li Bai
While my hair was still cut straight across my ...
The Steep Road to Shuh, by Li Bai
Alas! How precipitous! Alas! How high!
The roa...
To His Friend Departing for Shuh, by Li Bai
I hear the Tsang-tsung road
Is rough and rugge...
The Women of Yueh, by Li Bai
I She is a southern girl of Chang-kan Town;
...
finally got a real job, by Ray Heinrich
Living a bit west of washington d.c.
has nothi...
gone, by Ray Heinrich
so which side of the joke
happened to land whe...
the summer begins with snakes, by Ray Heinrich
on saturday
in the basement
opening
the doo...
The King of the Seas, by Stephen Crane
The Ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on ...
War is Kind, by Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Becaus...
Batik, by Mark Turbyfill
Important pale asters
And leering lilies paint...
Last Season, by Mark Turbyfill
We two
Storm-sheathed buds
Slept
Upon the wi...
Rain-Night, by Mark Turbyfill
The dogged rain
Of unawakened growths
Is hurl...