I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,to the short day and to the whitening hills,when the colour is all lost from the grass,though my desire will not lose its green,so rooted is it in this hardest stone,that speaks and feels as though ...
September rain falls on the house
In the failing light, the old grandmothersits in the kitchen with the childbeside the Little Marvel Stove,reading the jokes from the almanac,laughing and talking to hide her tears
She thinks that her equ...
We have climbed the mountain
There's nothing more to do
It is terrible to come down To the valley Where, amidst many flowers,
One thinks of snow,