The marvelous music of the river flowing,
The serene meadow and the shy deer,
I dream there are no cars,
No hum of engines and the modern world,
...
If I close my eyes,
I can see you in a floral dress,
Happy and smiling;
I fall in love with you
...
The gorgeous nymph is gone,
She has left our simple island
Where we played in the sun
And drank sweet wine.
...
Li Po liked to drink
Beneath the intoxicating moon
And write illuminating poetry
More translucent than a thousand stars
...
I find myself praying to Jesus
When once again
I’m lost in an unsympathetic city
Feeling lovelorn and alone
...
I don’t know how to walk
From the rusty streets of Detroit
To the sunlight of San Diego
But I appreciate every intelligent lady
...
I’ve been ensnared by love for you,
Your sleeplessness, your moodiness,
Your poetry of a hundred broken hearts,
Your youthfulness worshipping music
...
She was a young sweet kid
Wearing a black choker
On her scrawny teenage neck
Living in a fatherless home
...
Beaujolais in paper cups
Beside an alley dumpster
Beneath a praying streetlight—
Holding hands in a grimy city,
...