Shouldn't the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

Sometimes there is relief, sometimes there is new inner energy, and one stands up after it; till at last, someday, one perhaps doesn't stand up any more, que s…

Perhaps it will seem to you that the sunshine is brighter and that everything has a new charm. At least, I believe this is always the result of a deep love, an…

To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!