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An Echo of Monks [Haiku]
“To One in Paradise” by Edgar Allan Poe [w/ Audio]
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine --
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream to bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from the Future cries,
"On! on!" -- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er!
No more -- no more -- no more --
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams --
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
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Little River [Haiku]
in early spring,
the river is twining streams,
and tiny green isles.
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Sunset Over the Sea [Haiku]
the sun sets,
brightly striping the sea
as clouds are blackened.
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“Good Things” by Qin Guan [w/ Audio]
Spring rains spur roadside flower growth,
and wildflowers creep to the mountain's base.
Hiking deep up the valley along the stream,
I see and hear hundreds of orioles.
Looking skyward, a cloud becomes a dragon or snake,
But then breaks up, giving way to blue sky.
Lying in the forest under hanging vines,
I can't tell north from south.
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Duck Tracks [Haiku]
ducks in a pond
drift through the algae,
their track, self-healing.
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Pristine Blossom [Haiku]
a pristine blossom falls,
tumbling through grime & grit
but still unsoiled.
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“Requiem” by Robert Louis Stevenson [w/ Audio]
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
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Fortuneteller Limerick
There once was a low-budget fortuneteller --
So rock-bottom she worked out of a cellar.
"Life'll be good; life'll be bad!
Someday, you'll lose mom, or dad."
Even playing the odds, her record wasn't stellar.
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