Cranes over Babyn Yar / What is left of hope.
E. Pauline Johnson 4 min read
The Song My Paddle Sings West wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west....
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 15 min read
Like one, that on a lonesome road / Doth walk in fear and dread, / And having once turned round walks on, / And turns no more his head; / Because he knows, a frightful fiend / Doth close behind him tread.
Li Bai 李白 3 min read
Ice bars my way to cross / the Yellow River, / Snows from dark skies to climb / the T’ai-hang mountains!
Walt Whitman 12 min read
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Langston Hughes 3 min read
It’s an earth song,— And I’ve been waiting long for an earth song.