Dinétah earth
settles
in loud creases
of urban lingo
sounds like Navajo some days
but like English on Sundays.
–Vanaya Yazzie, Navajo artist and poet
Dinétah earth
settles
in loud creases
of urban lingo
sounds like Navajo some days
but like English on Sundays.
–Vanaya Yazzie, Navajo artist and poet
동지달 기나긴 밤을 한 허리를 버혀 내여
춘풍 이불 아래 서리서리 넣었다가
어론 님 오신 날 밤이여든 굽이굽이 펴리라
I will break the back of this long, midwinter night,
Folding it double, cold beneath my spring quilt,
That I may draw out the night, should my love return.
– Hwang Jin-i (1522–1565)
«Моя голова говорит по-английски, моё сердце — по-русски, и моё ухо — по-французски.»
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Burnished stones
in a bright closet
tulip flavored eyes of tile
& streaming chrome
Brushed leather and fleece
against dimpled knees
joints dovetail high
in the swaying daffodils
If the chips didn’t fall far from the stump, maybe the axe is dull.
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