When you are old and gray and full of sleepAnd nodding by the fire,take down this book,And slowly read,and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And...

My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine own,but nothing seems worthy;I know now why Shakespeare could notcompare his love to a summer’s day....

Live in you, you love in me; We are two garden haunted by each other. Sometimes I cannot find you there, There is only the swing creaking, that you have just left, Or your favourite book beside the sundial....

Very quietly I take my leaveAs quietly as I came here;Quietly I wave good-byeTo the rosy clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the riversideAre young brides in the setting sun;Their reflections on the...

When I come near the red peony flowerI tremble as water does near thunder,as the well does when the plates of earth move,or the tree when fifty birds leave at once....

A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not longat this moment to be older, or younger, nor bornin any other nation, or time, or place.They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking....

All day I loved you in a fever, holding on to the tail of the horse.I overflowed whenever I reached out to touch you.My hands moved over your body, covered with its dress,burning, rough, an animal’s foot or hand moving...

The quivering wings of the winter antwait for lean winter to end.I love you in slow, dim-witted ways,hardly speaking, one or two words only.What caused us each to live hidden?A wound, the wind, a word, a parent....