I have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss

I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy

I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew

You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine

He has picked grapes in the sun.… Like a fairy tale, Like a tale of dreams. ‘He in his slender youth, with vin… Under a blazing sky’—

Old memories waken old desires Infallibly. While we’re alive With eye or ear or sense at all, Sometimes, must love revive. But we’ll not think, when some str…

I have three loves who are all mos… Each one has cost me many a tear. The one who is dead yet lives in m… I were too poor had I less than t…

I used to be afraid to meet The lovers going down our street. I’d try to shrink to half my size And blink and turn away my eyes But now I’m one of them I know

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,

He had served eighty masters. The… He 'worked for these employers’ to… And they, if they had heard him, w… To brand him inefficient whom they… For to know eighty masters is to k…

O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…

Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.

Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves

Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really

Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.