lays - Popular Poems and stories from category

The day was wet, the rain fell
Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] asound was heard in the old henhouse,
A beating of a hammer
Of stalwart form, and visage warm,

When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,that face given back to us by a dream,the first jasmine of November,the endless yearning of the compass,a book...