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Fate and my parents shaped me like a snail,
day and night wandering marsh weeds that smell foul.
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Very excited for this year's poet.
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Newborn, it wasn't so vile. But now, at night,
even blind it flares brighter than any lamp.
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Thank you and happy new year.
Would it be possible to get a different prompt? This one really doesn't work at all for me.
Thank you.
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from Confession (II)
Sick with sadness, spring passes, spring returns.
A bit of love shared, just the littlest bit.
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This one is PERFECT!!!! Thank you!
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To whom will she give his little scalpel?
To live is to borrow. To die: a giving back.
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from The Chess Game
Whoever views this bright array will know
the delicious pleasure in making the first move.
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Throughout the four seasons, we find flowers and fruits
in this open-air market bound by hills.
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Love's vast sea cannot be emptied.
And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.
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lack sharp edges, will rust like bad repute,
but gather enough, you'll get your goals.
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from Country Scene
A bell is tolling, fading, fading
just like love. Only poetry lasts.
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This is the first time I've heard about this and I am so excited!!!
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The hotter you get, the more refreshing.
Wonderful both night and day.
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A cliff face. Another. And still a third.
Who was so skilled to carve this craggy scene:
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My boat of compassion would have sailed to Paradise
if only bad winds hadn't turned me around.
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from Quán Sú Pagoda
To hell with life as snug as hand in glove.
This scene's made sadder by our debt of love.
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Many pink-cheeked girls abandon the world.
Many vain spouses break their marriage vows.
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Whatever way hands may shape me
at center my heart is red and true.
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Crowds gather at this door of compassion
placing incense sticks on smoking altars.
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But here you are and I'm happy to see you
though the house is bare and the market, far off.
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Happy, I forget old worries.
Someone's kite is struggling up.
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Mouth parched, he reaches for his jar of sour wine
Throat dry, he looks for his pot of foul tea.
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Lampwick turned up, the room glows white.
The loom moves easily all night long.
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My body is like the jackfruit on the branch:
my skin is coarse, my meat is thick.
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the tadpole's lost his tail. A pile of gold
cannot restore his pale panted warts.