The window holds the breath of rain.
I sink into the blueness of sleep.
Dream and daylight braid,
as the shadows of the leaves
sway.
Rainy Day
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Night Is Young
Wine hums, lanterns flicker.
Moon sneers, time falls into dust.
Who stitches sorrow in the dimming light,
While night is still young.
“Five Chinese Verses”
Don’t speak to me of sorghum
Red fields, pressed up toward a sky
Whatever called to me there
Too wild, attempting a face
Old verses for my father
Dignify the cooling page
Black earth is the word it makes
Tilts forward, consequential
— Wendy Xu
“How to Judge a Picture”
Everyone in the room is cheering.
This is what you do for a painting you love!
We climb up on one another’s shoulders,
wave pom-poms that match the palette.
— Rebecca Morgan Frank
“To Paint a Water-Lily”
A green level of lily leaves
Roofs the pond’s chamber and paves
The flies’ furious arena: study
These, the two minds of this lady.
— Ted Hughes
“Catching Fireflies”
Into warm evenings on a shadowy road
The children ventured, and once more they knew
Remarkable hours, when points of darkness glowed
With fresh surprise as myriad fireflies drew
Each to imagine stars, but stars at hand …
— Thomas Carper
“Catfish”
It nuzzles oblivion, confuses
itself with mud. A creature
of familiar taste …
— Claudia Emerson
“Portrait of the Artist by Li Shang-Yin”
— by Charles Wright
“Traveler”
青山交叠如画
我的目光泼墨而过，完成一轴山水
— 乃生 《行者》
Hills and mountains fold as in a painting
My gaze, pouring over like ink, completes a scroll of landscape
— by Nai Sheng
“Arrival at Santos”
Here is a coast; here is a harbor;
here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery;
impractically shaped and—who knows?—self-pitying mountains,
sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery,
with a little church on top of one. And warehouses,
some of them painted a feeble pink, or blue,
and some tall, uncertain palms. Oh, tourist,
is this how this country is going to answer you
…….
— by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)
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