Parted nightlong from his beloved child Nanda could no longer restrain himself and lifting from his face the coverlet gazed upon it; no more the night was oppressive: the gods it seemed had churned the sea, and through its foam the moon was seen r...
But now life's face beholden Seemed bright as heaven's bare
With hope of gifts withholden But now
From time's full-flowering
Each bud spake bloom to embolden Love's heart, and seal his vow
I knew you when you were a child,
I don’t recall you,
Although I tried,
Were you were sweet,
Fair faces come again,
As at sunsetting The Stars without number;
Or as dreams dreamed in vain To a heart forgetting Come back with slumber
Love covered both mine eyes In a sweet twilight With his two hands folded;
Face of the spring moon—about twelve years old,
I'd say
The face of Qana Pale, like that of Jesus and the sea breeze of April…Rains of blood
and tears
2 They entered Qana stepping on our charred bodies Raising a Nazi flag in the lands of the South and rehearsing its stormy chapters Hitler cre...
Perhaps she lives
In our dreams alone,
She whose face is
Illumined
I
Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of being To be trusting is the best Grass pushes up snow Like the stone of a tomb But I sleep within the storm And awaken eyes bright Slowness, brief time en...