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Years Have Passed

© Sugawara Takesue no Musume

Even in our wandering journey,
The lonely moon accompanies us lighting us from the sky,
The waning moon I used to gaze at in the Royal City.

Yin Yang

© Belinda Subraman

At the edge of winter
in crisp early March
a dull thud of numbness
delays joy and sadness

your tiger

© Rg Gregory

in your night's hollow
the tiger stalks
black grasses have licked
it into nothingness

"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young blood, Cousin," he boomed. "Young blood! Youth will be served!"
-- D'Hermonville's Fabliaux.
He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth
And lay there heavily, while dancing motes

You Will Hear Thunder

© Anna Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

You Thought I Was That Type

© Anna Akhmatova

You thought I was that type:
That you could forget me,
And that I'd plead and weep
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,

Ylladmar

© James Whitcomb Riley

Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur
Of darkness, midnight envied her;
And stars grew dimmer in the skies
To see the glory of her eyes;

You, You Only, Exist

© Rainer Maria Rilke

To you I belong, however time may
wear me away. From you to you
I go commanded. In between
the garland is hanging in chance; but if you
take it up and up and up: look:
all becomes festival!

You Who Never Arrived

© Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs

yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate... (V)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate of a
somewhat obscure to be sure university spends
her time looking picturesque under

youful... (17)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

Humble a
rosily
,nimblest;

you said Is (XIII)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers

yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year

you shall above all things... (22)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad

your little voice... (I)

your little voice
Over the wires came leaping
and i felt suddenly
dizzy

you being in love... (XII)

solemnly
myselves
ask "life, the question how do i drink dream smile

You Remain

As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

Yes And No

Across a continent imaginary
Because it cannot be discovered now
Upon this fully apprehended planet
No more applicants considered,
Alas, alas

Year of Meteors, 1859 60.

© Walt Whitman

YEAR of meteors! brooding year!
I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs;
I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;
I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia;