December 7, 2019
Fall rain, fall upon this old world,
And wake deep inside me the dreams
That I dreamt when I was a child,
When rain would wet the golden sand.
When the sultry summer breezes
Frolicked through the evening coolness
And the morning’s dewy leaves thawed,
When the crops shone a da...
August 20, 2019
My sleep grows ever more gentle,
Only my sorrow, like a veil,
Trembles over me.
I hear you often in my dreams,
Standing at my door, calling me –
But no one answers, it seems.
I wake up and weep bitterly.
Death begins to rear his pale head;
You’ll kiss again when I'm long dead...
October 4, 2018
Ethereal, distant voices,
Heavenly greetings of larks,
How sweetly you move men's hearts
With your enchanting voices.
As my eyes begin opening,
Each memory takes its flight
About the gentle twilight
Wafted by the breath of spring.
Translation © David B. Gosselin
August 6, 2018
Peacefully, I rest in the tall green grass
For a long time only gazing as I lie,
Caught in the endless hymn of crickets,
And encircled by a wonderful blue sky.
And the lovely white clouds floating across
July 15, 2018
Death is the cooling night,
Life is the sultry day.
But now darkness settles
And I long for respite.
Outside my window there looms a tree;
In it sings the young Nightingale.
She sings only of Love—
Even in dreams, it reaches me.
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