Old and young, everyone's asleep.
The cold lantern, flickering at midnight,
is my only companion.
The two flowers I've been looking at become dragonfly eyes;
the single flame, a jade vase hanging in the air.
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Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.
by Louise GluckIn the early evening, a now, as man is bending
over his writing table.
Slowly he lifts his head; a woman
appears, carrying roses.
Her face floats to the surface of the mirror,