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'Yet I could not erase all possibility of hope, for hope lies in the future. I could not rely on my own present evidence in its lack, to refute his assertion that it might exist one day.'

-Lu Xun, from Preface to Call to Arms, 1922.

'Yet I could not erase all possibility of hope, for hope lies in the future. I could not rely on my own present evidence in its lack, to refute his assertion that it might exist one day.'

-Lu Xun, from Preface to Call to Arms, 1922. 
#everynightapoem #ofsorts #救救孩子
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what a cool and lovely autumn.”


- I read it aloud and write a bit more about the poet, and the translation choices that I made, here: quotomania.simplecast.com/episodes/quoto…
zirk.us/@chowleen/1093… (2/2)

what a cool and lovely autumn.”
#everynightapoem #poetry #translation 

- I read it aloud and write a bit more about the poet, and the translation choices that I made, here: quotomania.simplecast.com/episodes/quoto…
zirk.us/@chowleen/1093… (2/2)
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eileen chengyin chow(@chowleen) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I’ve found a prisoner’s letters to a lover—
One begins: ”These words may never reach you.”


What else can I say?
It rains as I write this.

Mad heart, be brave.

-Agha Shahid Ali, from The Country Without a Post Office

I’ve found a prisoner’s letters to a lover— 
One begins: ”These words may never reach you.” 
 
— 
What else can I say? 
It rains as I write this.  

Mad heart, be brave.

-Agha Shahid Ali, from The Country Without a Post Office 
#everynightapoem #May1st
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eileen chengyin chow(@chowleen) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Qing Ming Festival , an occasion for tomb-sweeping and remembrance, falls on April 4 this year. Once again I am far from home and unable to sweep my loved ones’ tombs; so instead, sharing a small and most familiar poem.

Qing Ming Festival #清明, an occasion for tomb-sweeping and remembrance, falls on April 4 this year.  Once again I am far from home and unable to sweep my loved ones’ tombs; so instead, sharing a small and most familiar poem.
#everynightapoem
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eileen chengyin chow(@chowleen) 's Twitter Profile Photo

From you have I been absent in the spring

They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

Shakespeare Sonnet 98

From you have I been absent in the spring

They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
 Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
 As with your shadow I with these did play.

Shakespeare Sonnet 98
#everynightapoem #fragment
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eileen chengyin chow(@chowleen) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I want from love only the beginning.

There is still wine, after us, in the barrels and jars.
A little land will suffice for us to meet, a little land will be enough for peace.

Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Agha Shahid Ali

I want from love only the beginning. 

There is still wine, after us, in the barrels and jars.
A little land will suffice for us to meet, a little land will be enough for peace.

Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Agha Shahid Ali #everynightapoem
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Paul Holdengraber(@holdengraber) 's Twitter Profile Photo

〈Festival〉

But it's Valentine's Day, I'm just
-Wu Fen 'Dug out your heart and lungs and bring them back to the countryside to feed the dogs' h/t eslite books

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