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Where do you hurry with your baske… They all have come home with their… The echoes of the voices calling f… Where do you hurry with your baske… Sleep has laid her fingers upon th…
Mother, your baby is silly! She i… She does not know the difference b… streets and the stars. When we play at eating with pebble… food, and tries to put them into h…
Amidst the rush and roar of life,… Great Time sits enamoured at your… “Speak, speak to me, my love; spea… But your speech is shut up in ston…
I hunt for the golden stag. You may smile, my friends, but I… I run across hills and dales, I w… You come and buy in the market and… I have no care in my heart; all my…
Come as you are; do not loiter ove… If your braided hair has loosened,… Come as you are; do not loiter ove… Come, with quick steps over the gr… If the raddle come from your feet…
51 YOUR idol is shattered in the du… to prove that God’s dust is greate… your idol. 52
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. ...
My love, once upon a time your poe… Alas, I was not careful, and it s… It broke up into scraps of songs a… All my cargo of the stories of old… You must make this loss good to me…
I dreamt that she sat by my head,… her fingers, playing the melody of… and struggled with my tears, till… my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the…
None lives for ever, brother, and… Our life is not the one old burden… One sole poet has not to sing one… The flower fades and dies; but he… Brother, keep that in mind and rej…
O woman, you are not merely the ha… Poets are weaving for you a web wi… The sea gives its pearls, the mine… The desire of men's hearts has she… You are one half woman and one hal…
If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thi… even as thou hast wrapt the earth…
Your days will be full of cares, i… My house by the cross—roads has it… absent, —for I sing. I shall never be made to answer fo… your heart. If I pledge my word t…
I remember a day in my childhood… It was a wet day of July; I was a… I floated my paper boat in the dit… Suddenly the storm clouds thickene… Rills of muddy water rushed and sw…
Over the green and yellow rice-fie… The bees forget to sip their honey… The ducks in the islands of the ri… Let none go back home, brothers, t… Let us take the blue sky by storm…