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Bruce lee's Poems
Down the Western Hill
Down the Western hill the bright sun sinks
Making yellow gold of all the air.
On a lonely hilltop, away from the distant mist,
A golden dragon stands staring, with
Dreams that fade and die in the bright West.
The Dying Sun
The dying sun lies sadly in the far horizon.
The autumn wind blows mercilessly;
The yellow leaves fall.
From the mountain peak,
Two streams parted unwillingly,
One to the West, one to the East.
The sun will rise again in the morning.
The leaves will be green again in spring.
But must we be like the mountain stream,
Never to meet again?
Love Is Like A Friendship Caught On Fire
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame,
Very pretty, often hot and fierce
But still and only light and flickering.
As love grows older, our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Things I See
Alone I wander in silence
And in the sky the two escaped parakeets
Fall from fear of fishermen.
The two fish swim;
One white, one gold.
From the picket fence
A pink rose reaches out to the sun.
Among the flowers, two butterflies fly.
They might know where they want to go,
But they do not know how to get there.
The Falling Leaf
The wind is in high frolic with the rain.
Outside the garden a little yellow leaf
Clinging desparately to its mother branch
I pick up the leaf
And put it in the book,
Giving it a home.
Though The Night Was Made For Loving
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon.
And so the time flies hopefully
Although she's far away.
Other thoughts may come and go,
But the thought of you,
Remains deeply in my heart.
Boating on Lake Washington
I live in memory of a dream
Which has come and gone;
In solitude I sit on my boat
As it glides freely down the tranquil lake.
Across the blue sky, the swallows fly in couples;
On the still water, the Mandarin ducks swim, side by side.
Leaning on the oar I gaze at the water far away.
The sky far away, the loved one far away.
The sun goes down in flame on the far horizon,
And soon the sunset is rushing ti its height through
Every possible phase of violence and splendor.
The setting of the sun is supposedly a word of peace,
But an evening like the soft and invisible
Bonds of affection only adds distress to my heart.
Over the lake the round moon rises bright
And floods the horizon with her silver light.
I look into the water; it is as clear as the night.
When the clouds float past the moon,
I see them floating in the lake,
And I feel as though I were rowing in the sky.
Suddenly I thought of you---mirrored in my heart.
The lake sleeps in peace,
Not the faintest murmur of waves can be heard.
Lying back on the boat,
I try to conjure up the land of dream where I may seek for you.
But, alas, no dreams come.
Only a moving point of fire in the dark,
The distant light of a passing boat.
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