STRAY BIRDS
309
To-night there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
310
I dream of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the ricefield in the autumn sun.
311
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
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