Do not go, my love, without asking

bagpipes among the bamboos.Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knowswhere, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground.They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want tocome out to play before it is time, their master makes them standin…

When with the day’s burden I went home, my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.She glanced at them and said, ‘What strange things are these? I know not of…

and why flowers are painted in tints—when I give colored toys to you, my child.When I sing to make you danceI truly now why there is music in leaves,and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth—when I sing to make you dance.When I bring sweet things to your…

seen a women. I failed in your bidding.Dimly day was breaking when the hermit boy came to bathe inthe stream, his tawny locks crowded on his shoulders, like acluster of morning clouds, and his limbs shining like a streak ofsunbeam. We laughed and sang as we rowed in our boat; we jumpedinto the river in…

We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with whom – of that we are unaware.But we have this faith – that a lifetime’s blisswill appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songsbrush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.Then peradventure there’s a flash of lightning:whomever I…

and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burstmy sleep like a bubble.I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this momentshe had a dream that rhymed with mine.