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Alone You never brought me white roses / yet the ground is white-bestrewn with them. / The entire earth is redolent of spring blossoms, / early spring blossoming on snow. Read more…
On the White Hills Smoke, a white smoke, floats on the white hills, / a whiteness that flies, scatters the snows. / No one comes now to pluck white roses, / so they fly into the air, whirl and twirl. Read more…
Like a Young Doe Like a young doe you ran off to the hills / to gather the scattered gold of summer. / Then tall grasses even wept at your feet, / and hills gulped their fill of gloom. Read more…
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…