The empty chair stands alone at midnight, As the blind stars keep all jasmine flowers silent, Under the darkness a folk song turns on its headlight, Under the sleeping sky only snow mountains are vigilant. Something inexorably remains standing, Though it is as empty as th ...
To my sister I don’t understand time, just like that village never understood The everlasting murmuring of the river. Mom lighted the oil lamp, The darkness in the small room started to float, Reminding me again the old boat traveling across the Grand Canal. ...
1. Acquainted with the night By Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat A ...
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