In the mazes of loitering people,… The shadows of tree-trunks and sha… In the drowse of the sunlight, amo… I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space…

Suddenly, after the quarrel, while… Disheartened, silent, with downcas… Eyelid nor finger, hopeless both,… Against all hope to unsay the sund… While all the room’s stillness dee…

No, I shall not say why it is tha… Why do you ask me, save for vanity… Surely you would not have me, like… Say ‘yes,—your hair curls darkly b… Your mouth has a humorous, tremulo…

Well, as you say, we live for smal… We move in crowds, we flow and tal… Seeing so many eyes and hands and… So many mouths, and all with secre… Yet know so little of them; only s…

I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is…

The door is shut. She leaves the… And down the grey-walled stairs co… Towards the dazzling street. Her withered hand clings tightly t… The long stairs rise and fall bene…

Senlin sits before us, and we see… He smokes his pipe before us, and… Is he small, with reddish hair, Does he light his pipe with medita… And a pointed flame reflected in b…

Through that window—all else being… Except itself and me—I saw the st… Of darkness against darkness. Wit… It turned and turned, dived downwa… How order might—if chaos wished—be…

The parrot, screeching, flew out i… Circled three times above the uptu… With a great whir of brilliant out… And then returned to stagger on he… She bowed and smiled, eliciting ap…

He thinks her little feet should p… Where dandelions star thickly gras… Her hands should lift in sunlit ai… Sea-wind should tangle up her hair… Green leaves, he says, have never…

Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,

After the movie, when the lights c… He takes her powdered hand behind… She, all in yellow, like a butterc… Lifts her white face, yearns up to… And with a silent, gliding step th…

It is morning, Senlin says, and i… When the light drips through the s… I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learn… Stars in the purple dusk above the…

The white fog creeps from the cold… Over the pale grey tumbled towers, And settles among the roofs, the p… Along damp sinuous streets it craw… Curls like a dream among the motio…

One, from his high bright window i… Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of… Splashing its silver on roofs and… Sees how, swift as a shadow, it cr…