No Second Troy by W. B. Yeats

WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,

Poems from China 2 by Haizi

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Afterlife – wanting to be a tree

 

If there's an afterlife

Make me a tree

Forever standing irresolute

No more sad disposition

Poems from China by Haizi

Summer Sun

Summer

If this street has no shoemaker

I, barefoot

Stand naked in the Sun, watching

I recall the day a child was born

It was meant to be

Maya Angelou - I rise - RIP

Cavelleria Rusticana

Now that I am gone

I
You left your shoes

In the porch, outside the door

You left the upright Hoover

In the middle of the floor

The gate is open

I know you’re in

The car is in the driveway, waiting

I can’t see the cat or hear the dogs

Our house is so quiet now

Mi primera poema espaňola

Aquí el sol hace escondidos con la lluvia

Un momento sol

Un momento tormenta

Hay un viento que lleva puesta etiqueta

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Y hay la primavera como un adolescente

Lúgubre, inseguro

Buscando sus límites

Para florecer

Para sembrar

Para dejar su rastro

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