Taken on August 15, 2011 As long as I liveI shall always beMy Self—and no other,Just me. Like a tree. […]
61/365: the Bees
Uploaded on August 9, 2011 Bees over the gooseberry bushes,Bees with golden thighsClimbing out of pale flowers(Bees singing to you […]
56/365: Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room
Uploaded on August 4, 2011 Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;and hermits are contented with their cells;and students […]
49/365: Queen Anne’s Lace
Uploaded on July 28, 2011 Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace(She chose a summer day)And hung it in […]
48/365: One Fallen Flower
Uploaded on July 27, 2011 One fallen flowerreturning to the branch? … Oh no!A white butterfly —Moritaketranslated by Peter BeilensonThe […]
47/365: The Sick Rose
Uploaded on July 26, 2011 O Rose, thou art sick!The Invisible worm,that flies in the night,in the howling storm, has […]