“Return to Shaoshan I regret the passing, the dying, of the vague dream: my native orchards thirty-two years ago. Yet red banners roused the serfs, who seized three-pronged lances when the warlords raised whips in their black hands. We were brave and sacrifice was easy and we asked the sun, the moon, to alter the sky. Now I see a thousand waves of beans and rice and am happy. In the evening haze heroes are coming home.” YearsTwoHomeDreamHandsThreeEasyBlackSunSacrificeSkyDyingRegretReturnHeroThousandMoonRedYears AgoBraveRaisedWavePassingPassingsEveningThirtyNativeTwo YearsComing HomeVagueRiceBeansWhipsI RegretBannerOrchardHazeTwo Years AgoSerfsWarlords Author:Mao Zedong
“How many years have slipped through our hands? At least as many as the constellations we still can identify. The quarter moon, like a light skiff, floats out of the mist-remnants Of last night’s hard rain. It, too, will slip through our fingers with no ripple, without us in it.” YearsStillsHardHandsLightLastsNightMoonRainFingersQuartersSlipsFloatsLast NightMistConstellationsRippleRemnants Author:Charles Wright
“And a face above mine, white and beautiful, eyes as large as the moon. You saved me. A hand on my cheek, cool and dry. Why did you save me? Words welling up on a tide: No, the opposite. Eyes the colour of a dawn sky, a crown of blond hair, so bright and white and blinding I could swear it was a halo.” HandsEyeBeautifulFacesWhiteSkyMinesHairMoonOppositesSavedDawnDryColourTidesCheeksCrownsSwearSave MeHalosBeautiful EyesYou Saved Me Author:Lauren Oliver
“To wish for your own happiness is sometimes coupled with another's unhappiness. So then, what exactly should I pray for? Since I couldn't pray for my own happiness, I prayed to the moon in the night sky for the happiness of the one whose warm hand I held.” ShouldSometimesHandsNightWishMy OwnSkyPrayingMoonWarmUnhappinessShould II PrayNight SkyMy Own Happiness Author:Chica Umino
“Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.” WorldWantHumansLooksHandsEyeEarthHeardCryMoonBirdEarsTouchedHuman Eyes Book:Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings Source: Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings
“There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it! A moon and a sun. A drum never touched by hands, beating, and I can't hear it!” I CanBodyHandsSunMoonTouched Book:The Kabir book: forty-four of the ecstatic poems of Kabir Source: The Kabir book: forty-four of the ecstatic poems of Kabir
“Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.” HandsThreeMoonShadowWineRaisedCupsPotInvitesNo Friends Author:Li Bai