Light, my light, the world-filling light… the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the… the light strikes, my darling, the chord…

Mother, your baby is silly! She is so a… She does not know the difference between… streets and the stars. When we play at eating with pebbles, she… food, and tries to put them into her mou…

I would ask for still more, if I had th… and the world with its endless riches; b… the smallest corner of this earth if onl…

I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless great… Four—faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim; nasid raja no vioma paro yat.

My love, once upon a time your poet laun… Alas, I was not careful, and it struck… It broke up into scraps of songs and lay… All my cargo of the stories of old wars… You must make this loss good to me, my l…

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and… Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecti…

You came to my door in the dawn and sang… You came in the noon and asked for water… You came in the evening with your flamin… You seemed to me like a terror and I sh… Now in the midnight I sit alone in my l…

Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds,… the winter had gone. Glimpses of the uns… wayside watch, and you rushed out runnin… jasmines, troops of riotous roses. You were the first to march to the breac…

I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who with r… Destiny told me to look behind. I turned and saw my own self behind push…

Mother, the folk who live up in the clou… “We play from the time we wake till the… We play with the golden dawn, we play wi… I ask, “But how am I to get up to you?” They answer, “Come to the edge of the e…

Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfe… Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmon… which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the u…

The song that I came to sing remains un… I have spent my days in stringing and in… The time has not come true, the words ha… only there is the agony of wishing in my… The blossom has not opened; only the win…