Best Famous Leisured Poems
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Written by
Du Fu |
Court return every day pawn spring clothes Every day river area utmost drunk return Wine debt common go place have Life seventy always rare Through flowers vanessa butterfly deep deep see Drop water dragonfly leisurely fly Pass on speech time all be on move Brief time mutual recognise not mutual separate I come back from the court each day and pawn some spring clothing, Every day I return to the river as drunk as I can be. I have many debts for wine all over the place, For men to live to seventy has always been unusual. I see the butterflies go deeper and deeper between the flowers, And dragonflies in leisured flight between drops of water. As we're told, passing time is always on the move, So little time to know each other: we should not be apart.
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Written by
Claude McKay |
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams!
There time and life move lazily along.
There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams
Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song,
Gay-colored lizards loll all through the day,
Their tongues outstretched for careless little flies,
And swarthy children in the fields at play,
Look upward laughing at the smiling skies.
A breath of idleness is in the air
That casts a subtle spell upon all things,
And love and mating-time are everywhere,
And wonder to life's commonplaces clings.
The fluttering humming-bid darts through the trees
And dips his long beak in the big bell-flowers,
The leisured buzzard floats upon the breeze,
Riding a crescent cloud for endless hours,
The sea beats softly on the emerald strands--
O sweet for quiet dreams are tropic lands!
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