If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.

-George Herbert

Sunday, July 3, 2011


Reading in the heat of noon
I grow sleepy, put my head
On my arms and fall asleep.
I forget to close the window
And the warm air blows in
And covers my body with petals.

- by Yuan Mei (1716-1797) translation by Kenneth Rexroth

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