Hoàng-Ân
SEA SEES EYES
Seashells on the shore
Dried up starfish
Medicinal seahorses in glass jars
of Chinese clinics
Whale fat and sharkfins
Ahhh...seashells on the shore ...
The songs from deep blue ocean
In the empty space inside seashells
Singing the siren tunes that lure the imagination
Inspire the longing for distant lands
Some can hear the calls
Others only put them as
Vacations' souvenirs on the livingroom shelves
Ohhh...seashells on the shore
Ahhh...seashells on the shelves...
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
