The quivering wings of the winter antwait for lean winter to end.I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,hardly speaking, one or two words only.What cause......
At the Time of Peony BlossomingRobert BlyWhen I come near the red peony flowerI tremble as water does near thunder,as the well does when the plates of......
Very quietly I take my leaveAs quietly as I came here;Quietly I wave good-byeTo the rosy clouds in the weste sky. The golden willows by the riversideA......
If I could save time in a bottlethe first thing that I'd like to dois to save every day until eteity passes awayjust to spend them with youIf I could......
In rainy September, when leaves grow down to the dark,I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.The time has come. I have put off choo......
Love is Mom's kiss and Dad's pat. Love is sweet roses to a lover and tender caresses to a child. Love is the tree of friendship.Love is mutual under......