...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...
A Familiar RainNo, I do not weep at the world. I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Folklore, Memoirs, and Other WritingsSome trees are too deeply rooted to move … And if they are uprooted, they will die…
The Gilded Mirror: ConstantinopleThe trouble with this dog is that it has grown too close to human beings, it will suffer as they do.
Blindness