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When your lips are coming toward me,
All my being melts away,
I am anointed in another world.
You refine the dross all to the golden substance,
Ten thousand future deeds are here created,
I clasp my lips on my eternal kingdom.
From Translations of Oriental Poetry (New York: Prentice Hall, 1929) by Younghill Kang. This poem is in the public domain.
The night is black,
The train speeds on its track,
Now it tunnels cliffs,
Now it crosses water,
Now above the vale it lifts,
Now along the river,
Again within the city,
Then in the village center.
Black clouds, lion-shaped,
White clouds, elephant-like, yonder.
Crash! Crash! Thundering as if breaking the sky into two pieces.
Slash! Slash! Lightening to cut the mountain top off.
The Storm extends from sky to earth,
Youth’s vigour, love’s passion, beauty’s rapture.
Then Pearl-drops of hail – hundreds of jade-pieces,