a little white thistle moon blown over the cold crags and fens: a little white thistle moon blown across the frozen heather. 冬月 伊吾琳·司科特 初月如银沟, 吹过冰岩沼; 如勾初月白, 吹渡寒郊草。
A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each OtherRobert BlyA man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not longat this moment to be older, or younger, nor ...
A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not longat this moment to be older, or younger, nor bornin any other nation, or time, or place.They...
No young man believes he will ever die. It was a saying of my brother’s, and a fine one. There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amen...