Mirror | rorriM

The still pool of water
under a frond of stars.

The still pool of your mouth
under a thicket of kisses.

– Federico Garcia Lorca –

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Colours

When your face
appeared over my crumpled life
at first i understood
only the poverty of what i have
Then its particular light
on woods, on rivers, on the sea,
became my beginning in the coloured world
in which i had not yet had my beginning
I am so frightened, I am so frightened,
of the unexpected sunrise finishing,of revelations
and tears and the excitement finishing.
Fear hems me in.
I am conscious that these minutes are short
and that the colours in my eyes will vanish
when your face sets.

– Yevgeny Yevtushenko –

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Walking along a little path,
I find a footprint on the moss,
A white cloud low on the quiet lake,
Grasses that sweeten an open door,
A pine greener with the rain,
A brook tumbling from a mountain source,
And, mingling with Truth among flowers,
I have forgotten what to say.

– Liu Chang-ch’ing –

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