Falling Stars Do you remember still the falling stars (Rilke) |
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, (Whitman) |
You cannot ever know how much i love you A norm that unsettles both flesh and star A crowd of people leaps in the gardens But sleep, sleep on forever, my beloved. (Lorca) |
The moon shone down as it will (Strand) |
before summer rains Suddenly, from all the green around you, you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide And reflected on the faded tapestries now: (Rilke) |
dissolver of sugar dissolver of sugar, dissolve me, you breathe without a body like a spark. pale sunlight, love moves away. i need more grace (Rumi) |
light leaves swallowed by shadows seemingly nothing |