When I bring to you colored toys,… I understand why there is such a p… and why flowers are painted in tin… ——when I give colored toys to you,… When I sing to make you dance
The same stream of life that runs… runs through the world and dances… It is the same life that shoots in… in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves o…
Palm-tree: single-legged giant, topping other trees, peering at the firmament — It longs to pierce the black cloud… and fly away, away,
Ah, these jasmines, these white ja… I seem to remember the first day w… these jasmines, these white jasmin… I have loved the sunlight, the sky… I have heard the liquid murmur of…
The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you come at this late hour? When you have finished with others, that is my time. I come to ask what remains for your last serva...
You are the evening cloud floating… I paint you and fashion you ever w… You are my own, my own, Dweller i… Your feet are rosy-red with the gl… Your lips are bitter-sweet with th…
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon… O beggar, to come beg at thy own d… Leave all thy burdens on his hands… and never look behind in regret. Thy desire at once puts out the li…
VII Sing the song of the moment in car… Sing of the fleeting smiles that v… Sing of the flowers that bloom and… Weave not in memory’s thread the d…
Who are you, reader, reading my po… I cannot send you one single flowe… Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather… In the joy of your heart may you f…
71 THE woodcutter’s axe begged for i… The tree gave it. 72 IN my solitude of heart
Mother, let us imagine we are trav… strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and… red horse. It is evening and the sun goes dow…
81 WHAT is this unseen flame of dar… whose sparks are the stars? 82 LET life be beautiful like summer…
Traveller, must you go? The night is still and the darknes… The lamps are bright in our balcon… Is the time for your parting come? Traveller, must you go?
When I bring you coloured toys, m… is such a play of colours on cloud… painted in tints—when I give colou… When I sing to make you dance, I… in leaves, and why waves send thei…
Supposing I became a chanpa flowe… branch high up that tree, and shoo… danced upon the newly budded leave… You would call, “Baby, where are… myself and keep quite quiet.