Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a…
by Dev
Crown the hair, and come away! Hear the calling of the moon, And the…
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…
If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told…
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade…
My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I…
I light this sympathetic flame, My faintest wish that answers, I…
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…
The more one judges, the less one loves. HONORE DE BALZAC
