Стихи и рассказы в категории Sorrow. Читать онлайн

As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy.
I saw deep sadness

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.