Lyrics of Life

It is night, in my study. The deepest solitude; I hear the steady shudder in my breast —for it feels all alone, and blanched by my mind— and...

The snowfall is so silent, so slow, bit by bit, with delicacy it settles down on the earth and covers over the fields. The silent snow comes...

This line is the present. That line you just read is the past (It fell behind after you read it) The rest of the poem is the future, e...