Across a city from you,
I’m with you,just as an August nightmoony, inlet-warm, seabathed,
I watched you sleep,the scrubbed, sheenless wood of the dressing-tablecluttered with our brushes, books, vials in the moonlight—or a salt-mist orch...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers isunfinished
This l...
Delusive Hope
more transient than the
That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed,
O'er woodland glen, or breezy mountain's head,
Борщагівка — то була Борщівка,
Харчовий над річкою заїзд
Там варила борщ вродлива
В щебетанні ластів’ячих гнізд
Happy in sleep, waking content to languish,
Embracing clouds by night; in daytime, mourn;
All things I loath save her and mine own anguish,
Pleas'd in my hurt inured to live forlorn