Short Poems

Between the waves —
mixed with small shells
petals of bush clover

Cloud peaks
crumbling one after another —

Shaving my head
at Black Hair Mountain —
time for summer clothes.

Not until you find a meaning in yourself, will you find a meaning in the world.
That is what ails you ...
Your inner confusion your perceive all about you,
Once you get purpose into your life, you will see it in all life.

Vast is the city, concealing fires behind its walls, its streets and its faces:
So for the adventure I choose the spacious night,
And go forth marvelling at what may happen:
Tripping along, breathless, on the edge of the possible.

When I get there once I told myself ,
The fight will be over.

But when I got there, to my amazement,
The fight was not over ...
And I see now it will never be over, even in death.

Fine buildings in the fragrant forest face the tall pavilions,
The beauty of her newly made-up face could bring down a city wall.
In the light from the door she composes herself, hesitates a moment,
Comes out from the curtains, controls her feelings, welcomes me with a smile.
The bewitching beauty of her face is like a dew-filled flower,
The moving light from the jade tree shines on the back-garden.

I'll always love you
However long we're parted.
Where is my love? Under distant skies pining
My heavy heart does not know where to look for you
On jade steps the moon's twilight glimmer
Through filmy drapes the wind's nighttime blowing.
Constantly longing for you I cannot sleep,
I sit and stare at Sky River's motion.

Breast of earth, with all these sea-worn stones,
Tumbled together, grey, purple and brown, red and green and white,
What beauty within you ...

Upon seeing Mrs . WORLEY at Bath , in the Character of Mrs . O AKLEY , in the Jealous Wife.

Churchill, with never-dying Praise,
Has stamp'd a P RITCHARD'S Fame;
Had we his Genius still to boast,
He'd join a W ORLEY'S Name.