The stars are little beauty] fires; they [glow, but they are just tiny] babies [next to the splendor of the moon.] Anyone who is a lover can see how the . . .
Years from It All I think we loved so blindly, every one of us meaning to explore the other’s face but knocking over everything in the way. Now each of us, . . .
Everything’s mine though just on loan, nothing for the memory to hold, though mine as long as I look. Inexhaustible, unembracable, but particular to the . . .
The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot . . .
last week I heared the writer Mark Nepo on the radio-podcast http://www.soundstrue.com/ ,very intrigued I searched more and found on his blog this poem , . . .
Poem by Hafiz From my wonderful yoga teacher Louise Bloom When the violin Can forget the past It starts to sing When the violin can stop worrying About the . . .