Ro'in Mao Poems

With night-hued shadows dance the silver strips
Of lovely Mistress Moon's visage ashine.
The crickets sing the fairness of her lips,
Their strings lay praise in rows out line by line.
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My darling babe,

Do not let the nightlings
Bug you again now,
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Welcome to this little odd world
Where your words are without weight,
Where what you work writhes in its rate,
And want-ward wending impearled.
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I peer into the park, the revel-table
Sitting on the grass where memories are made.
I feel the breeze brushing in the gambols
Throughout the throngs of shrubby shade.
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There once was a grunt so doubtlessly fair,
Black cats came out of his mouth with much flair.
They spread far and wide
On Earth's every side,
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Go on, o ash—dye all thy grey,
And leave the naked wind to say
'Farewell', to sing low in the deep
A song of rest, or endless sleep.
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Thy bitterness, again to me it calls
With naughty fingers and so sweet a voice,
In-soaking all my heart's unsavoury galls
And gets to me enthralled—far gone is choice.
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Waiting… waiting…
People passing…
Odours wafting...
Fading… fading…
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What am I but a shadow of time,
An end of other powers memorized?
I am a grain of sand taken by the tidal flows
'Til I'm beached upon the rocky shore
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