We do not carry it in lockets on the breast, And do not cry about it in poems, It does not wake us from the bitter rest, And does not…
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One goes in straightforward ways, One in a circle roams: Waits for a girl of his gone days, Or for returning home. But I do go — and woe is…
Now no-one will be listening to songs. The days long prophesied have come to pass. The world has no more miracles. Don’t break My heart, song, but be still: you…
One goes in straightforward ways, One in a circle roams: Waits for a girl of his gone days, Or for returning home. But I do go — and woe is…
Something of heavens ever burns in it, I like to watch its wondrous facets’ growth. It speaks with me in fate’s non-seldom fits, When others fear to approach close. When…
When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient, Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread. What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation, When compared with the…
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water becoming ice is slowing in The narrow channels. Nothing at…
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well as I . . . malevolent memory won’t let go…
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that I cannot, will not, fight: It is happiness, and it…
And the just man trailed God’s shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice kept harrying his woman: “It’s not too late, you can…