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The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
It’s colorful buds peeking from the Earth,
Having no voice as it looks to the sun.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.

I know a village in a far-off
Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled
With tinted walls a space on either
And fed by many an olive-darkened

There is an isle in an unfurrowed
That I wot of, whereon the whole year
The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds
In early blooming ; and a many

Roses red and white,
Every rose is hanging her head,
Silently comes the lady Night,
Only the flowers can hear her tread

Out in the garden,
Out in the windy, swinging dark,
Under the trees and over the flower-beds,
Over the grass and under the hedge border,

Here, where the world is quiet,
Here, where all trouble
Dead winds' and spent waves'
In doubtful dreams of dreams;

Now there is nothing wrong with
Except — I think it's called T
B
And that is why I have to

It’s terrible
– all drip and listening
Whether, as ever, it’s loneliness,splashing a branch, like lace, on the window,or whether perhaps there’s a witness
Choked there beneath its swollenburden – earth’s nostrils, and audibly,like A...

Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams
'Twas yellow grass
And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white as glass
The curving, wide wall-border Was marble, like the snow

Speak not — whisper not;
Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;
Softly on the evening hour,
Secret herbs their spices shower,

Jane looks down at her organdy
As if it somehow were the thing disgraced,
For being there, on the floor, in the dirt,
And she catches it up about her waist,

To E
M
S
Here, where your garden fenced about and still is,    Here, where the unmoved summer air is