Short Poems

Karl Marx
Was completely wrapped up in his sharks.
The poor creatures seriously missed him
While he was attacking the capitalist system.

Have you ever seen the moon
And stars stick together?
Have you ever seen it?
Have you ever seen bad?
Have you ever seen good
And bad stick together?
Have you ever seen it?

She has forgotten how to smile
Although her painted mouth still tries,
And oh, the ghosts of murdered dreams
That haunt her calculating eyes!

The girl and her companion together search for the misty water;
Tonight the moon on the river is clear.
The tip of the rudder moves effortlessly, the boat floats sideways;
On the surface of the waves a light breeze imperceptibly arises.
Rowing the oars and riding the boat, with no fixed destination;
The sound of fishermen's songs is heard here and there.
The river's waves stretch to the sky, soaking the autumn stars;
By mistake the pair enters the water smartweed thicket.

Nay , not rewardless did your hero fall!
No pealing fame could match this great repose;
Death's grassy calm, after life's bugle call,
And love's white lily after war's red rose.

“Do you not wish to renounce the Devil?”
Asked a good priest of a woman of evil
Who had so many sins that every year
They cost her endless remorse and fear.
“I wish to renounce him forever,” she said,
“But that I may lose every urge to be bad,
Before pure grace takes me in hand,
Shouldn't I show my daughter how to get a man?”

I begin to cry
regret for our parting
even before the rooster
crows the break

Dawn has come—
I resign myself to parting:
why then must thoughts
I can't find words for
cling to my heart?

Wait, cuckoo,
take my message
to the mountains:
I, too, have learned
to weary of this world.

Wisteria flowers
blossom in waves
on my garden pond:
will the mountain cuckoo
come, then, and sing?