Nature Poetry

When Day Is Done

If the day is done,if birds sing no more,if the wind has flagged tired,then draw the veil of darkness thick…

8 months ago

Vocation

When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane.Every day I meet the hawker…

8 months ago

The Gardener XXCIII: She Dwelt on the Hillside

She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of…

8 months ago

The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road

I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind.The…

8 months ago

The Gardener LXXXIV: Over the Green

Over the green and yellow rice-fieldssweep the shadows of the autumnclouds followed by the swift-chasingsun.The bees forget to sip their…

8 months ago

The Gardener LV: It Was Mid-Day

It was mid-day when you wentaway .The sun was strong in the sky.I had done my work and sat aloneon…

8 months ago

The Flower-School

When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to…

8 months ago

The Champa Flower

Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on abranch high up that tree, and shook in…

8 months ago

The Beginning

"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby askedits mother.She answered, half crying, half laughing,…

8 months ago

The Astronomer

I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't…

8 months ago