Category: Poetry
"On the food of the strong I fed, on dark strange life itself, Wisdom-giving and sombre with the unremitting love of ages. There was dank soil in my mouth, And bitter sea on my lips In a dark hour, tasting the Earth."
"On the food of the strong I fed, on dark strange life itself, Wisdom-giving and sombre with the unremitting love of ages. There was dank soil in my mouth, And bitter sea on my...
2. Part 2And yet the first lush rain of Spring Must speak to you; must dance and sing Across your heart, though it be still. The scent of hyacinth must fill The very earth, the birth of...