Deliverance is not for me in renun… I feel the embrace of freedom in a… Thou ever pourest for me the fresh… colours and fragrance, filling thi… My world will light its hundred di…
You say that father write a lot of… understand. He was reading to you all the even… make out what he meant? What nice stores, mother, you can…
Yes, I know, this is nothing but… O beloved of my heart——this golden… these idle clouds sailing across t… this passing breeze leaving its co… The morning light has flooded my e…
I was one among many women busy wi… Why did you single me out and brin… Love unexpressed in sacred. It s… Ah, you broke through the cover of… The other women are the same as ev…
This is my prayer to thee, my lord… strike at the root of penury in my… Give me the strength lightly to be… Give me the strength to make my lo… Give me the strength never to diso…
Have you not heard his silent step… He comes, comes, ever comes. Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes… Many a song have I sung in many a…
If I were only a little puppy, no… you say “No” to me if I tried to… Would you drive me off, saying to… little puppy?” Then go, mother, go! I will never…
I WANT TO give you something, m… Our lives will be carried apart, a… But I am not so foolish as to hop… Young is your life, your path long… You have your play and your playma…
21 THEY throw their shadows before… who carry their lantern on their b… 22 THAT I exist
Thou hast made me known to friends… Thou hast given me seats in homes… Thou hast brought the distant near… I am uneasy at heart when I have… I forget that there abides the old…
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…
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn, and the dew in the ai… The lazy smell of the damp grass
I love you, beloved. Forgive me… Like a bird losing its way I am c… When my heart was shaken it lost i… If you cannot love me, beloved, fo… Do not look askance at me from afa…
She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jar...
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the turbulen...