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。
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...
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...
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 ...