I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made…
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic?You have…
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has…
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands.Imagine that my boat is…
"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.Sword in hand, the…
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the…
I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world.Our lives will be…
To the guests that must go bidGod's speed and brush away all tracesof their steps.Take to your bosom with a…
No, my friends, I shall never be anascetic, whatever you may say.I shall never be and ascetic if shedoes not…
I often wonder where lie hiddenthe boundaries of recognition betweenman and the beast whose heart knowsno spoken language.Through what primal…