-
I Remember
I remember, I remember, the house where I was born. The little window where the sun came peeping in at morn.
-
I Heard A Bird Sing
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.
-
Song Of Tea
The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail.
-
Recipe For A Salad
To make this condiment your poet begs the pounded yellow of two hard-boil'd eggs; two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve.
-
Always It's Spring
Surely the flowers of a hundred springs are simply the souls of beautiful things! The poppies aflame with gold and red were the kisses of lovers.
-
Home-Coming
When I stepped homeward to my hill, dusk went before with quiet tread; the bare laced branches of the trees were as a mist about its head.
-
Be Tough As A Blade Of Grass
Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it.
-
A Day Of Sunshine
O gift of God! O perfect day whereon shall no man work, but play; whereon it is enough for me not to be doing, but to be!
-
Daisies, Simple And Sweet
At evening when I go to bed I see the stars shine overhead; they are little daisies white that dot the meadow of the night.
-
A Prayer In Spring
Give us not to think so far away as uncertain harvest; keep us here all simply in the springing of the year.
-
The Poplar
Stir from your roots, walk, poplar! You are more beautiful than they are. I know that the white wind loves you.
-
Garden Of Thoughts And Dreams
My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams as beautiful.
Use left/right arrows to navigate the slideshow or swipe left/right if using a mobile device