Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,
For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,
For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr. Thomas Frog.
Chang-an - one slip of moon;
in ten thousand houses, the sound of fulling mallets.
Autumn winds keep on blowing,
all things make me think of Jade Pass!
When will they put down the barbarians
and my good man come home from his far campaign?
Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring
And now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling,
That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight;
While arching oxeye doubles with his weight.
Next on the cat-tail-grass with farther bound
He springs, that bends until they touch the ground.
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Great Caesar! Condescend
The Daisy, to receive,
Gathered by Cato's Daughter,
With your majestic leave!
As the butterfly
hovers near a sunset
its wings touch the sea
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?
spring rain:
browsing under an umbrella
at the picture-book store
old garden—she empties
a hot-water bottle
under the moon
rice reaping—
no smoke rising from
the cremation ground today
fanning out its tail
in the spring breeze,
see—a peacock!
