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 was walking by the road, I do not kno… The prone shadows with their out-stretch… The koels were weary of their songs. I was walking by the road, I do not kno… The hut by the side of the water is shad…

91 THE great earth makes herself hospitabl… with the help of the grass. 92 THE birth and death of the leaves

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up… It is not for nothing that he does not l… He loves to rest his head on mother’s bo… bear to lose sight of her. Baby know all manner of wise words, thou…

I thought that my voyage had come to its… at the last limit of my power,—that the… that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a s… But I find that thy will knows no end i…

If I were only a little puppy, not your… you say “No” to me if I tried to eat fr… Would you drive me off, saying to me, “… little puppy?” Then go, mother, go! I will never come…

Peace, my heart, let the time for the pa… Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into… Let the flight through the sky end in th… Let the last touch of your hands be gent…

Take back your coins, King’s Councillor… sent to the forest shrine to decoy the y… seen a women. I failed in your bidding. Dimly day was breaking when the hermit b… the stream, his tawny locks crowded on h…

The day was when I did not keep myself… and entering my heart unbidden even as o… unknown to me, my king, thou didst press… many a fleeting moment of my life. And today when by chance I light upon t…

This song of mine will wind its music ar… This song of mine will touch your forehe… When you are alone it will sit by your s… My song will be like a pair of wings to… It will be like the faithful star overhe…

We are to play the game of death to-nigh… The night is black, the clouds in the sk… We have left our bed of dreams, flung op… We sit upon a swing, and the storm winds… My bride starts up with fear and delight…

That I want thee, only thee——let my hea… All desires that distract me, day and ni… are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom t… even thus in the depth of my unconscious…

VII Sing the song of the moment in careless… Sing of the fleeting smiles that vanish… Sing of the flowers that bloom and fade… Weave not in memory’s thread the days th…

I wonder if I know him In whose speech is my voice, In whose movement is my being, Whose skill is in my lines, Whose melody is in my songs