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In a Monday tweet, Elon Musk wrote “humankind,” followed by the 1,800-year-old classical Chinese poem The Quatrain of Seven Steps.
Here is the poem translated into English by Moss Roberts:
Beans a simmer on a beanstalk flame
From inside the pot expressed their ire:
“Alive we sprouted on a single root—
What’s your rush to cook us on the fire?”
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Between day and night we all are
time travelers. Who isn’t?

Spirit Speed: Selected LuCxeed Poems, Collection .iii.
Nature’s serenity and Society’s anxiety are the muse of poet LuCxeed who more than often travels back and forth, between nature and society, dedicating life and passion to creativity and poetry. Some LuCxeed poems are inspired by true events in modern life, by read more

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Math and Music: Selected LuCxeed Poems
Nature’s serenity and Society’s anxiety are the muse of poet LuCxeed who more than often travels back and forth, between nature and society, dedicating life and passion to creativity and poetry. Some LuCxeed poems are inspired by true events, by true stories, and some with biting humour.

From poem “Train of Morrow”:
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Train of Morrow: Selected LuCxeed Poems
Nature’s serenity and Society’s anxiety are the muse of poet LuCxeed who more than often travels back and forth, between nature and society, dedicating life and passion to creativity and poetry. Some LuCxeed poems are inspired by true events, by true stories, and some with biting humour.

From poem “Train of read more

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Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember’d well!

So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct but distant — clear — but, oh how cold!

Sun Of The Sleepless! – Poem by Lord Byron

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‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
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