Someone clever once said
Women were not allowed pockets
In case they carried leaflets
To spread sedition
Which means unrest
To you & me
A grandiose word
So ladies, start sewing
Made of pockets & sedition
“Dangerous Coats” by Sharon Owens
(I can’t link to this one as it seems it was only available on a deleted Tweet?)
The swallows, about to return to the beams, went back to roost again;
The candle at my window, just going out, suddenly revived its light.
from “After Getting Drunk, Becoming Sober in the Night” by Po Chu-i
The fire in the leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
from “Living” by Denise Levertov
So his eyes can see too how it could all get gone,
ground down, melted, all away…
– Han Shan (read it here)
“His dancing girls are yellow dust.
Their painted cheeks have crumbled.
from Jade Flower Palace by Tu Fu