On The Theme Of M. K. Ciurlionis’ Sonata Of The Sun Finale (Janina Degutyte Poems)
The bell is mute. The silence rings.The night entangles sunset's wings.Star droplets on its cobweb rest.A cry for rescue is ...
The bell is mute. The silence rings.The night entangles sunset's wings.Star droplets on its cobweb rest.A cry for rescue is ...
From cupped handsDroplets cloudThe mountain spring-It's not enough-as from youAm I parted. (Ki no Tsurayuki)
I like to wash,the dust of this worldIn the droplets of dew. (Matsuo Basho)
SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still; ...
Come forth, and bring with thee a mind That rises to the poet's mood;And leave the village far behind, And ...
LONG months, aye years, of dreary dearthHave scathed the beauty of the earth;No humblest weed, no blade of green,For miles ...
Her work, her creation, trembling shuddering at the onslaught the bombs bursting all around, against the glass shattering against the ...
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, ...
Walking home from school early morning still past another house a birch, a sapling, by the edge of their yard, ...
Smell of rich soil, wet from the drenching rains, weeds yield to my gentle tug beds of shimmering color, the ...
His life changed, over time like water shaping stone, carving the rock with the force of a torrent, the crash ...
Summer Sunday best became splattered with His blood in the intinction, the joining of His body, His blood, the dipping ...
Perfect droplets cling to the purple skin the liquid flesh of the tulip bloom holding on, for moments more before ...
The red, red maple leaves festooned with pearls of ice tiny droplets frozen on the fallen the dying red leaves, ...
The camera caught the water froze it at a moment of time preserved as drops, bits of eternity etched right ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
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