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Far from the middle way / The great step was made. / Dark clouds swept all China. / The four olds were weighed. / The earth turned to fire. / Light died, much was lost. / A new way was found. / (some s
by presently
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on May 16 6:19 AM 2007
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High happy room / / The air is thin, / Filled with incense and faith. / Exhausted from steps / And overpowered with joy / We enter the darkened red buildings / Left so long / Vacant, / Yet filled, / For
by presently
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on May 14 5:49 AM 2007
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Potala / / / Red atop of white, / A giant to the city / But puny under the / Snow capped mountains, / The palace waits in vain for / Its’ owner to return. / / It is cold in April. / The lilacs bravely
by presently
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on May 13 4:45 AM 2007
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Arrival / / / Below, white cloud / And rugged stony mountains / Rise to meet / our descending airbus. / Ahead the runway, / A strip of white in / a narrow valley. / / Modern airport! / Happy room i
by presently
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on May 12 5:42 AM 2007
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Black and white / / Black ears, eyes, and feet / Pure white spirit filled with fun / Pandas in Chengdu. / /
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Farmer village / / Persimmon trees, and onions grow / Outside the red-tiled roofs. / Words are strong barriers / But welcome and cheer overcome. / Spice scented hearts / Around our necks; / We await breakfast
by presently
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on May 10 5:29 AM 2007
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Wild Badaling Wall / / / Northwards / From the smog cloaked city, / From the endless cars / And movement, / To mountains under a blue sky / And alive with wind / And early spring. / Clouds of pink blosso
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Night train to Xian / / / Our bus fights counter currents / Of autos, bicycles, and people / To take us to the train station; / To the seething mass / Of travelers, / Bright lights and loud voices. / The
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Forbidden City / / / South gate / Steps lead upward / To gates of social class, / opening to hollow courtyards / sterile in ancient manhood. / Painted yellow roof tiles / Now aged to warmer gold / Atop p
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it takes time, you see My father loved to read
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Life’s Travail A child’s life is striving for future.
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On value In a forgotten box
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