julielai  +  177786 Mon, 02 Jan 06 12:34 AM I think we should have an international poetry-sharing thread.  Come share with us a poem translated from your native language! Here's one written by a famous Chinese poet, Li Bai. Thoughts on a Still Night Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon, I lower my head and think of home. (http://www.chinese-poems.com/lb4.html) julielai Joined on Sun, Oct 24 2004 Senior Member 3,827 Just another blogger (http://hk.myblog.yahoo.com/julie-lai)

	YoHf  +  177794 Mon, 02 Jan 06 12:46 AM Umberto Ungaretti- Soldiers We stay, just the way leaves do in autumn on the trees. It loses all of his magic when translated... The italian version of it: Si sta come, d'autunno, sugli alberi, le foglie.   YoHf Joined on Wed, Oct 26 2005 Senior Member 3,347 Shinichi Okazaki.

	julielai  +  177824 Mon, 02 Jan 06 02:03 AM Like a flower, but not a flower No one cares when it falls And lies discarded at the roadside But though Unmoved, I think about The tangle of wounded tendrils Lovely eyes full of sleep About to open,yet Still in dreams, following the wind ten thousand miles In search of love Startled, time and again, by the oriole's cry Do not pity the flower that flies off Grieve for the western garden Its fallen red already beyond mending -- Now, after morning rain What's left? A pond full of broken duckweed If the three parts of spring Two turn to dust One to flowing water Look -- These are not catkins But drop after drop of parted lover's tears Su Tung-po http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=38991&poem=483531 julielai

	Tearsofjoy  +  180743 Mon, 09 Jan 06 05:36 PM Last Lines By Emily Brontë  (1819–1848)    NO coward soul is mine,     No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:   I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.       O God within my breast,         5 Almighty, ever-present Deity!   Life—that in me has rest, As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!       Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;        10   Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,       To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity;   So surely anchor’d on        15 The steadfast rock of immortality.       With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years,   Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.        20     Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be,   And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.       There is not room for Death,        25 Nor atom that his might could render void:   Thou—THOU art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroy’d. From my favourite poet - Emily Bronte. What say?  - Joy. Tearsofjoy Joined on Mon, Sep 19 2005 India Contributing Member 1,324 God help you if you are a phoenix And you dare to rise up from the ash A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy While you are just flying past - Ani DiFranco (32 Flavours)