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at Xian, China.

He’s laid his head on a Chinese street There’s nothing of dignity here, He’s bared his soul in a plastic bowl For the rest of the..

If you ever get to Wenzhou, don't miss it... it's off Wendi Lu.

Jiao Ba Lu is an ancient street, The cobbles are overgrown, A few mean dwellings still bar their doors The others are falling down; They say a wom..

True, true, true...

Last night I heard a Chinese song That conjured almond eyes, It swelled and soared, and took the air I sought to breathe, my friend, That song pou..

In the half-twilight of my empty year Where I crouch, hemmed in By an avalanche of days, I hear the trees, murmuring Some long and sad fatigue, ..

A bit of fun

You may believe, my ladies dear, I took away your sun, To cloak you in my darkness While our time was left to run; You may believe I took your you..

I sang in the choir when I was young, In surplice, ruff, and gown, I bent my head to the cherubim And cast my eyes to the ground, I read your word..