Pigments of Time
Pigments of timeblots and bloomsinto the canvas of dawn.The tiered eaves of the ancient pagodasign off the night with the waking rayMist drifts apartlike a half-whispered morning greetingforever deferred in the bleed of light. –Jujube
Keep readingA Winter Tree
Tangled vines,like frayed harp-strings,enact a wayward joy.Worldlings have turned away,hidden indoors to nurse their fire.But the trunk bends into a question markbetween frost and rust,challenging all the assumptions of the season. –Jujube
Keep readingStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. — Robert Frost
Keep readingPrism
Where the light fractures,no shadow, past or present,can hide you. Time, pinned in space:does it lift what you carry,or anchor it forever? Amid the silent roar,going, yet never gone,you stand,trying to finish the sentence. — Jujube
Keep readingVisiting the Sky-Mother Mountain in a Dream: A Song of Farewell
脚著谢公屐，身登青云梯。半壁见海日，空中闻天鸡。…列缺霹雳，丘峦崩摧。洞天石扉，訇然中开。 Wearing the climbing shoes of Lord Xie,I ascend the ladder of blue clouds.Halfway up, I see the sun rising from the sea,In mid-air, I hear the rooster of heaven crow….Lightning flashes and thunder roars,The peaks and ridges crumble and break.The stone gate of the cavernous heaven,Thunders open to reveal the sky. — Li Bai 李白 (701-762)
Keep readingMy Princess
My small, preserved princess,you cradle yesterday’s snowand last night’s shadow,each a parenthesis in fur around your perfect refusal. How delicately you decline the invitation to wakeand play the part assigned.The nursery clock has stopped at forever,and still, you will not blink. — Jujube
Keep readingThe Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires. — Thomas Hardy
Keep readingAutumn Words
晴空一鹤排云上， 便引诗情到碧霄。 A crane soars above the clouds and soars high, Lifts my poetic heart up to the azure sky. — Liu Yuxi 刘禹锡 (772-842)
Keep readingMoonlight in the Lotus Pond
Moonlight flows like water, quietly pouring over leaves and flowers. A thin blue mist rises from the lotus pond. The leaves and blossoms seem rinsed in milk, or like a dream veiled in the lightest gauze. — Zhu Ziqing (1898-1948)
Keep readingThe Messenger
The messenger fractures the dawn,arriving without a message.Light is stranded in the hollow of the collarbone.We watch the moment rehearse its own extinctionFlame alone, the compass;Sparks alone, our stories. –Jujube
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