The lamp-lit page is turned, the d… The music changes tone, you wake,… Deep worlds you lived before, deep… Of leaf on falling leaf, music on… Rain and sorrow and wind and dust…

In the mazes of loitering people,… The shadows of tree-trunks and sha… In the drowse of the sunlight, amo… I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space…

I am a house, says Senlin, locked… Sealed from the sun with wall and… Summon me loudly, and you’ll hear… Ring far and faint in the gallerie… You’ll hear soft steps on an old a…

This is the house. On one side t… On one side there is light. Into the darkness you may lift you… O, any number—it will still be nig… And here are echoing stairs to lea…

The house in Broad Street, red br… the weedgrown graveyard with its r… the jail from which imprisoned fac… at stiff palmettos flashing in the… the engine-house, with engines, an…

How many times have we been interr… Just as I was about to make up a… One time it was because we suddenl… Lighting his green lantern among t… Marvellous! Marvellous! He is mak…

When you are not surprised, not su… nor leap in imagination from sunli… or from shadow into sunlight suiting the color of fright or del… to the bewildering circumstance

As I walked through the lamplit g… On the thin white crust of snow, So intensely was I thinking of my… So clearly were my eyes fixed On the face of this grief which ha…

After the movie, when the lights c… He takes her powdered hand behind… She, all in yellow, like a butterc… Lifts her white face, yearns up to… And with a silent, gliding step th…

When I was a boy, and saw bright… In many lengths along a wall I was dissappointed to find That I could not play music upon… I ran my hand lightly across them

The days, the nights, flow one by… The hours go silently over our lif… We are like dreamers who walk bene… Beneath high walls we flow in the… We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pu…

Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser’s so… Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and sunsets were begun. Goya smelt the bull-fight blood.

He, in the room above, grown old a… She, in the room below, his floor… Pursue their separate dreams. He… And throws himself on the bed, fac… She, by the window, smiles at a st…

Begotten by the meeting of rock wi… The mating of rock and rock, rocks… Created so, and yet forgetful, wal… The seaward path, puts up her left… Blue eyes, the eyes of rock, to se…

Snow falls. The sky is grey, and… With purple lights in the canyoned… The fiery sign on the dark tower w… The trodden grass in the park is c… The streets grow silent beneath ou…