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World Poetry Days in Mongolia

Poetry

THE MOON RISES OVER AN OLD TEMPLE

When the moon rises over an old temple, its fleeting rays gild the ancient finials. The wind grieves across the holes of the bamboo flute, brings the sadness of distance back to the heart.

Prose

Extract from The Holy One

This desert we speak of is a highly secretive place. The wisdom of antiquity cannot outsmart it. This desert we speak of, though we see it, its yellowed borderlands are unknown, it is a sky blue world of a myri...

Essays

SADNESS AND COMFORT AT AN OLD TEMPLE

…When I awoke in the light of dawn, the wind was stronger and the air cracked cold and moist. The rain was far away, and the sky was clear. There was a light in the eastern sky. At that moment,...

Books

REVIEWS

Mother Earth

LETTERS FROM THE MONGOL STEPPE

Nomads on the wild steppe set up their encampments close by or on excellent pastureland with fresh water and sappy grass for their livestock, yet far away from one another to allow each other the space for past...

Papers & Speeches

​THE INFLUENCE OF ASIAN POETRY ON WORLD LITERATURE

At the time when Rudyard Kipling was writing “East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet”, Nicholas Roerich declared, “Let the wall between East and West crumble!” We...

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