In the fog we drift hither
And yon over the dark waters.
At last our little boat finds
Shelter under a willow bank.
At midnight I am awake,
Heavy with wine. The smoky
Lamp is still burning. The rain
Is still sighing in the bamboo
Thatch of the cabin of the boat.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
A bird's eye view of St. George, Utah
Keep on Reading
Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
I read, rant and write ;)
Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Refresh and start a new chapter
A Discovery of Enlightening Insights, Information, Humor, Writings and Musings
Se non combatti per costruire la tua vita non ti rimarrà niente
THE RUSH HOUR BLOG
Becky Ross Michael: author & editor
We are all just babes in the woods.
Poetry, Opinion, Politics
Artigos para Reflexão, Resenhas, Filosofia, Frases de filósofos, Cultura e Arte
lo breve si bueno...
Leonard Durso 
Now anything with little boats and river banks or Lakes and I am in love with it all.
Not bad things to be in love with.
I have always had a fascination for them. Leonard I wish you a very Happy New Year when it arrives in your part of the Word, and thank you for all the support you have shown me. Take care, Anna.
Thank you, Anna. May comfort and joy be with you this year.
I am cocooned in that little cabin, smelling the rain on the thatch…
Not a bad place to be methinks.