These hills are sandy. Trees are… Caw dismally in skies of an arid b… Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yel… Lights on the long brown slopes a… Dew as heavy as rain; the rabbit t…

The day opens with the brown light… And past the window snowflakes fal… I sit in my chair all day and work… Measuring words against each other… I open the piano and play a tune

While the blue noon above us arche… And the poplar sheds disconsolate… Tell me again why love bewitches, And what love gives. It is the trembling finger that tr…

Well,—it was two days after my hus… Two days! And the earth still ra… And I was sweeping the carpet in… In number four—the room with the r… Some chorus girls and men were sin…

The cigarette-smoke loops and slid… Dipping and swirling as the waiter… You strike a match and stare upon… The tiny fire leaps in your eyes a… And dwindles away as silently as i…

The days, the nights, flow one by… The hours go silently over our lif… We are like dreamers who walk bene… Beneath high walls we flow in the… We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pu…

As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm,… Tremble and glow with the lives wi… Moving like music, secret and rich… How shall we live to-night, where…

The half-shut doors through which… Are softly closed. Horns mutter d… The stars wheel out, the night gro… Darkness settles upon us; a Vague… Drowsily teases at the drowsy brai…

As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems

Many things perplex me and leave m… Many things are locked away in the… Never to be opened by me. The starr’d leaves are silently tu… And the mooned leaves;

I am a house, says Senlin, locked… Sealed from the sun with wall and… Summon me loudly, and you’ll hear… Ring far and faint in the gallerie… You’ll hear soft steps on an old a…

As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls; And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems

The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…

Senlin sat before us and we heard… He smoked his pipe before us and w… Was he small, with reddish hair, Did he light his pipe with a medit… And a twinkling flame reflected in…

Beloved, let us once more praise t… Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and b… The rain, the chickweed, and the b… The green-white privet flower, the…