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Jujube April 19, 2026

Sea-Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a…

Jujube March 8, 2026

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. — Robert Frost

Jujube October 26, 2025

Nocturnal Travels

I have no need, for my nocturnal travels, of ships, I have no need of trains. The moon’s above the checkerboard-like garden. The window’s open. I am set. — V. Nabokov

Jujube October 12, 2025

Hotel Room

Not quite a bed, not quite a bench. Wallpaper: a grim yellow. A pair of chairs. A squinty looking-glass. We enter — my shadow and I. — V. Nabokov

Jujube February 2, 2025

The Traveling Onion

When I think how far the onion has traveled just to enter my stew today, I could kneel and praise all small forgotten miracles, crackly paper peeling on the drainboard, pearly layers in smooth agreement, the way the knife enters onion and onion falls apart…

Jujube November 10, 2024

Traveler

青山交叠如画 我的目光泼墨而过，完成一轴山水 — 乃生 《行者》 Hills and mountains fold as in a painting My gaze, pouring over like ink, completes a scroll of landscape — by Nai Sheng

Jujube October 26, 2024

Arrival at Santos

Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery; impractically shaped and—who knows?—self-pitying mountains, sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery, with a little church on top of one. And warehouses, some of them painted a…

Jujube July 13, 2024

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. — S. T. Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”