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THE tame bird was in a cage, the… They met when the time came, it wa… The free bird cries, ‘O my love,… The cage bird whispers, ‘Come hit… Says the free bird, 'Among bars,…
On the seashore of endless worlds… The infinite sky is motionless ove… and the restless water is boistero… On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and…
Tired of waiting, you burst your b… the winter had gone. Glimpses of t… wayside watch, and you rushed out… jasmines, troops of riotous roses. You were the first to march to the…
Ah me, why did they build my house… They moor their laden boats near m… They come and go and wander at the… I sit and watch them; my time wear… Turn them away I cannot. And thus…
Lips’ language to lips’ ears. Two drinking each other’s heart, i… Two roving loves who have left hom… pilgrims to the confluence of lips… Two waves rise by the law of love
VIII Lest I should know you too easily… You blind me with flashes of laugh… I know, I know your art; You never say the word you would.
11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle b… are playing upon my heart the musi… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’
Love, my heart longs day and night… Sweep me away like a storm; take e… In that devastation, in the utter… Alas for my vain desire! Where i…
Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand. In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing. ...
“Where have I come from, where di… its mother. She answered, half crying, half la… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as it…
Where is heaven? you ask me, my ch… beyond the limits of birth and dea… and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its etern… space, and it strives evermore to…
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…
I spent my day on the scorching ho… Now, in the cool of the evening,… A grim ashath tree spreads its hun… Days have been when wayfarers came… They spread their mats in the cour…
Why did he choose to come to my do… As I come in and out I pass by hi… I know not if I should speak to h… The cloudy nights in July are dar… He weaves his songs with fresh tun…
It is time for me to go, mother;… When in the paling darkness of the… your arms for your baby in the bed… here!”—mother, I am going. I shall become a delicate draught…