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虚斋寂寂茶烟细， 小瓶斜插数枝梅。 An empty study, silent – tea vapor softly curls; Plum sprigs tilt in a slender vase. — Hallucinated by Deepseek
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The Happy Earth
The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky. And sings. —Joyce Kilmer
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Sailing to Byzantium, III
O sages standing in God’s holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, Verne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It…
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I’ll Twine White Violets
I’ll twine white violets and the myrtle green; Narcissus will I twine and lilies sheen; I’ll twine sweet crocus and the hyacinth blue; And last I twine the rose, love’s token true: That all may form a wreath of beauty, meet To deck my Heliodora’s…
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Apple Blossoms
One evening in winter when nothing has been enough, when the days are too short, the nights too long and cheerless, the secret and docile buds of the apple blossoms begin their quick ascent to light. Night after interminable night the sugars pucker and swell…
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