by Audrey Fok   Go to sleep now. Youʼve held heaven and earth apart for long enough: unearthed men from riverbanks of gold dust & lifted the sky up by its four corners. It is a rug at your fingers. You are tugging it back over the naked land and it is curling up and over like dried leaves but do not worry, do not worry, even when the lights are all out, this forest and the echoes can stretch their arms wide enough to hold all the lonely. And remember, this is their house. This is why they have been calling you mother.

by e e cummings somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by […]

by Ezra Pound After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chōkan: Two small people, without […]

by Ezra Pound The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.

by 백석 (Baek Seok) 가난한 내가 아름다운 나타샤를 사랑해서 오늘밤은 푹푹 눈이 나린다 나타샤를 사랑은 하고 눈은 푹푹 날리고 나는 혼자 쓸쓸히 앉어 소주(燒酒)를 마신다 소주(燒酒)를 마시며 생각한다 나타샤와 나는 눈이 푹푹 쌓이는 밤 흰 당나귀 타고 산골로 가자 출출이 우는 깊은 산골로 가 마가리에 살자 눈은 푹푹 나리고 나는 나타샤를 생각하고 나타샤가 아니올 리 […]

by Langston Hughes I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a mocking tale […]