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Two Rivers |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. The house on a hill Where I never lived Among weeds debris Dead spider webs Dust the glass cracked Screens broken in Inside the rotting Wooden floors Made no sound She was there On a chair In a narrow corridor The face hidden Whose hair flowed Over stooped shoulders There was no light She was familiar Someone I might have known Or wanted to know Back in time I came closer She didn't move How do I find you I finally asked Almost whispering In her ear Slowly sadly Ever so further away She turned her head and said You can’t . |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
well, if it's so, I'll hang YOU on my wall. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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TerryW Senior Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 779Louisville, Mississippi, USA |
Very thought provoking! I like this one a lot! ~Terry ~you reached inside, you touched my heart, |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
This is very, very fine! much applause!! |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
is this about the poem of Phoenix Terrace? |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Who or what is Phoenix Terrace? . |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
too much to tell. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Oh my. This is evocative. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
ON CLIMBING IN NANJING TO THE TERRACE OF phoenixES phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, Have abandoned it now to this desolate river; The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds; The garments of Qin are ancient dust. ...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks, Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river, (TWO RIVERS?) A cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, To hide his city from my melancholy heart. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Drauntz, I love that poem. It reminds me of several by Li Po that I read years ago. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Nan, it is his. [This message has been edited by Drauntz (04-26-2007 05:39 PM).] |
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