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Yosa Buson
Evening wind
Evening wind:
water laps
the heron's legs.
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Yosa Buson
Washing the hoe
Washing the hoe--
ripples on the water;
far off, wild ducks.
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Matsuo Basho
Awake at night
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.
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Kobayashi Issa
Ducks bobbing on the water
Ducks bobbing on the water--
are they also, tonight,
hoping to get lucky?
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Charles Simic
Watermelons
Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
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The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
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Paul Eluard
The River
The river I have under my tongue,
Unimaginable water, my little boat,
And curtains lowered, let's speak.
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Ellis Parker Butler
Mary Had A Little Frog
Mary had a little frog
And it was water-soaked,
But Mary did not keep it long
Because, of course, it croaked!
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Emily Dickinson
I could not drink it, Sweet,
I could not drink it, Sweet,
Till You had tasted first,
Though cooler than the Water was
The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
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Emily Dickinson
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature -- they are full --
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Emily Dickinson
Though the great Waters sleep,
Though the great Waters sleep,
That they are still the Deep,
We cannot doubt --
No vacillating God
Ignited this Abode
To put it out --
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Robert Bly
Watering the Horse
How strange to think of giving up all ambition!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
The white flake of snow
That has just fallen in the horse's mane!
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Emily Dickinson
Water, is taught by thirst.
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land -- by the Oceans passed.
Transport -- by throe --
Peace -- by its battles told --
Love, by Memorial Mold --
Birds, by the Snow.
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Li Po
Waterfall at Lu-shan
Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above, the river steadily plunges--
three thousand feet of sparkling water--
the Milky Way pouring down from heaven.
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Walt Whitman
Gliding Over All.
GLIDING o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing. 5
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Omar Khayyam
Irám indeed is gone
Irám indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one knows:
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.
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Marina Tsvetaeva
Girlfriend
"I will not part! -- There is no end!" She clings and clings...
And in the breast -- the rise
Of threatening waters,
Of notes...Steadfast: like an immutable
Mystery: we will part!
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Li Po
Autumn River Song
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
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Emily Dickinson
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl --
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all --
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Richard Crashaw
Divine Epigrams: To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
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Ezra Pound
The Bath-Tub
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.
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Robert Creeley
Water Music
The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.
Water music,
loud in the clearing
off the boats,
birds, leaves.
They look for a place
to sit and eat--
no meaning,
no point.
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Emily Dickinson
So I pull my Stockings off
So I pull my Stockings off
Wading in the Water
For the Disobedience' Sake
Boy that lived for "or'ter"
Went to Heaven perhaps at Death
And perhaps he didn't
Moses wasn't fairly used --
Ananias wasn't --
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Emily Dickinson
To One denied the drink
To One denied the drink
To tell what Water is
Would be acuter, would it not
Than letting Him surmise?
To lead Him to the Well
And let Him hear it drip
Remind Him, would it not, somewhat
Of His condemned lip?
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Emily Dickinson
Water makes many Beds
Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep --
Its awful chamber open stands --
Its Curtains blandly sweep --
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades --
Whose Axis never comes.
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