2 Pictures and a Poem

What's got into me, that I whip myself with the line

and believe I'm followed, at a trot, by the period?

What's got into me, that I've placed

an egg on my shoulders instead of a cloak?

What's gotten into me, that I live?

What's gotten into me, that I die?

What's got into me, that I have eyes?

What's got into me, that I have a soul?

What's got into me, that ends in my neighbor

and begins the role of wind in my cheek?

What's gotten into me, that I count my two tears,

sob earth, and hang the horizon?

What's gotten into me, that I cry from being unable to cry

and I laugh at the little I've laughed?

What's got into me, that I neither live nor die?

Cesar Vallejo
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An Autumn Haiku

How I envy the Maple leaf
Which turns beautiful and then falls !

Shiko


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Long have you timidly waited,
holding a plank by the shore.
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again,
and nod to me and shout,
and laughingly dash your hair.

Walt Whitman

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Chareveti Chareveti ,

keep walking,