Night past night, down the endless starry river;
We watch for any change, but do not see
The tiny metaphor that is to be
The lightning spark that makes the unmoving shiver.
When constellations seemed transfixed forever,
A seedling grew and died in a desert sea
Above in the trees, the birds are calling and replying,
Their lively laughter moving the gentle evening air,
The wrens gaily singing, the doves with quiet sighs.
On the ground below a chick, thrown from the nest, is crying,
Their gleanings were given to the stronger yo...
‘Cross all the rise of history
The greatest voices spoke to me,
Warmed me like fire; I did not reply,
But hearing I stood as in their thrall
And knew their immortality –
In awe I listened as my life went by.
From imagination’s clouds did fall
Verse, that moved me more t...