old stone bridge:
weeds grow in its cracks,
its river ran dry.
Stone Bridge [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: plants
“I fear’d the fury of my wind” by William Blake [w/ Audio]
I fear’d the fury of my wind
Would blight all blossoms fair & true,
And my sun it shin’d & shin’d,
And my wind it never blew.
But a blossom fair or true
Was not found on any tree;
For all blossoms grew & grew
Fruitless, false, tho’ fair to see.
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Spring’s Story [Haiku]
unfurled buds,
not drooped to gravity,
tell Spring’s story.
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World Lung [Haiku]
trunk splits to branches
that stretch to the edge
of oxygen’s crossing.
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Understory [Haiku]
understory thrives:
light plants & shadow plants
each finds its place.
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Clouds Out [Haiku]
rhododendrons aren't blooming,
but clouds fled & mountains are out!
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Pinecone [Haiku]
“Granadilla” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]
I cut myself upon the thought of you
And yet I come back to it again and again,
A kind of fury makes me want to draw you out
From the dimness of the present
And set you sharply above me in a wheel of roses.
Then, going obviously to inhale their fragrance,
I touch the blade of you and cling upon it,
And only when the blood runs out across my fingers
Am I at all satisfied.
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“Lament 2” [感遇二] by Zhang Jiuling [张九龄]
Verdant orchid leaves of Spring;
Cassia blooms bright in Autumn;
Thriving plants, top to bottom.
Festivals planned by their timings.
Who knows the forest recluse --
Pleased with winds and winds with he.
Plants have stems, branches, and roots
Why beg a belle to pluck their fruits.
This is poem #2 of the 300 Tang Poems [唐诗三百首,] and is the second in a quartet of poems called 感遇 [Gan Yu.] The original poem in Simplified Chinese goes:
兰叶春葳蕤， 桂华秋皎洁；
欣欣此生意， 自尔为佳节。
谁知林栖者， 闻风坐相悦。
草木有本心， 何求美人折？
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“A sepal, petal, and a thorn” (19) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
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