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  • Colored Toys
    When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
    I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
    18 lines, 4 comments
  • Little Flute
    Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail
    vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh li
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • Purity
    Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
    that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
    10 lines, 3 comments
  • Moments Indulgence
    I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
    that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • One Day In Spring....
    One day in spring, a woman came
    In my lonely woods,
    29 lines, 7 comments
  • Friend
    Art thou abroad on this stormy night
    on thy journey of love, my friend?
    14 lines
  • When Day Is Done
    If the day is done,
    if birds sing no more,
    12 lines, 2 comments
  • Sleep
    In the night of weariness
    let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
    7 lines
  • Flower
    Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
    droop and drop into the dust.
    8 lines
  • Fool
    O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
    O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!
    8 lines
  • Lotus
    On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
    and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unhee
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • Patience
    If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
    I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vig
    8 lines
  • The Boat
    I must launch out my boat.
    The languid hours pass by on the
    13 lines
  • Strong Mercy
    My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
    but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
    13 lines
  • Hard Times
    Music is silenced, the dark descending slowly
    Has stripped unending skies of all companions.
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Playthings
    Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
    I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
    8 lines
  • The Last Bargain
    "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
    Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
    16 lines
  • The Gift
    I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the
    stream of the world.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • The Source
    The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where
    it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
    16 lines
  • The Child-Angel
    They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
    to their wrangling.
    15 lines
  • The Hero
    Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a
    strange and dangerous country.
    52 lines
  • Defamation
    Where are those tears in your eyes, my child?
    How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
    17 lines
  • Benediction
    Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
    heaven for our earth.
    17 lines, 2 comments
  • The Judge
    Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
    I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • Clouds And Waves
    Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
        "We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
    26 lines, 2 comments
  • The Little Big Man
    I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am
    as old as my father is.
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • Paper Boats
    Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running
    stream.
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • 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
    18 lines
  • The Merchant
    Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel
    into strange lands.
    22 lines, 2 comments
  • The Wicked Postman
    Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,
    mother dear?
    28 lines, 3 comments
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