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The Golden Tale The golden tale, my child, has vanished, / I heard it told by the fleeting wind. / The golden tale has flown far off, / it hovers with the golden sun above. Read more…
Love Just as musical chords can lie hidden / for someone to strum the silent strings, / I hold love in my heart and bide, / though no one has yet come by. Read more…
Alone in the Woods I stride around alone seeking to hide / my heart’s unease in the snow, the white snow. / Winds have fallen asleep in the rock-cracks / and the hills are silent, hushed and pale. Read more…
Open Door The wind suddenly threw open the door / and swept in a heap of leaves. / Sniffed, tugged at the curtain, / touched everything, stroked it with its breath, / and swiftly made its exit. Read more…
Until the Night Comes Until the night comes / a day of living is luminous, vast and long — / like the immense yearning to which I’ve succumbed! Read more…
A Little Orphan Sings Night senses this in sleep: / the streets cease to lament / their desolation; / a lad sings. Read more…
A Little Orphan Laughs A little orphan in tattered clothes laughs, / takes fright and races through streets and alleyways. Read more…
Good People The world passes through their eyes / as summer passes through fields. / Just as the earth is taut with becoming, / in their word, progress is primed. Read more…
I’m Not Envious I’m not envious of anyone, / save the song of the scythe / eventide in the countryside… Read more…
A Phrase About Man in an Old Holy Book Though Springtime, there was rain and snow, / and above the columns of night / grief clambered like a cat and terrorized all the roads. / I sat alone, leafing through an old holy book. Read more…