Wine hums, lanterns flicker.
Moon sneers, time falls into dust.
Who stitches sorrow in the dimming light,
While night is still young.
Night Is Young
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We So Firmly Believed
We so firmly believed in the linkage of life,
but now I’ve looked back — and it is astonishing
to what a degree you, my youth,
seem in tints not mine, in traits not real.
— V. Nabokov
Music
The fountain, loftily floating
its wondrous, its silvery voice,
plashes, and quivers, convoking
mirages of love and of loss.
— Vladimir Nabokov
“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
“Catfish”
It nuzzles oblivion, confuses
itself with mud. A creature
of familiar taste …
— Claudia Emerson
“In an Artist’s Studio”
One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
— Christina Rossetti
“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
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