Pauline Johnson E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)
1892 · Six Nations, Ontario, Canada
And up on the hills against the sky, A fir tree rocking its lullaby, Swings, swings, Its emerald wings, Swelling the song that my paddle sings.
"The Song My Paddle Sings," in Flint and Feather
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Sarojini Naidu
1905 · Hyderabad, India
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud; A golden storm of glittering sheaves, Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves, The wild wind blows in a cloud.
"Autumn Song," in The Golden Threshold
Rabindranath Tagore রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
1916 · Bengal, India
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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Lin Bu 林逋
early 11th century · Hangzhou, Song China
Sparse shadows slant across the clear shallow water. A hidden fragrance drifts in the moonlit dusk.
疏影橫斜水清淺，暗香浮動月黄昏。"Small Plum Tree in a Hill Garden"
Bai Juyi 白居易
817 · Tang China
In the world below, by the fourth month, the blossoms are all gone; at the mountain temple the peach trees are only now in full flower. I had long grieved that spring leaves and cannot be found: I never knew it had moved in here.
人間四月芳菲盡，山寺桃花始盛開。
長恨春歸無覓處，不知轉入此中來。"Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple," in the Complete Tang Poems
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