you shattered me
into a thousand tiny pieces
of my untamed self,
and for once,
i roared.

— Jadine Lydia

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes…

— Lord Byron

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

— Emily Dickinson

I do not know what gorgeous thing
The bluebird keeps saying,
His voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning.  I like it
whatever it is. 

— Mary Oliver

蒹葭苍苍，白露为霜。
所谓伊人，在水一方。

The reeds and rushes are deeply green,
The white dew has turned to frost.
The one of whom I think,
Is somewhere by the water’s edge.

—《蒹葭》 (Jian Jia)

What a splendid anagram the evening makes:
A cubist Babel of ochre and cerulean,
bleached by the moonlight,
sentineled by the raptor,
and anchored by two tiny souls, 
like pawns on a chessboard.

— Jujube

They all tried
the earthen vase,
the pale sunlight,
and even the blue on the wall.
They all tried to hold us together.
But we still manage to stand out, 
to reach far,
to fall – 
because it’s fun this way.

— Jujube

Stars, like water flowing from a jar,
sprinkled upon the night.
Like an artist from afar,
painting a perfect light.
A light veil of star light glows,
touching our wandering heart.
As we watch, nature shows,
the true beauty of sacred art!

— Rebecca Wiles

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

— John Masefield