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She sinks like fire, shooting drops of gold— they strike and scatter, sparks on asphalt.…

Know me, worried soul, and let your mind find rest in peace, for in me there is no mocking evil role,…

I wonder how much of me is made of the people I've loved,…

עֵינֵיהֶם כְּעֵינִיּוֹת פְּלַדֶּלֶת חַשְׁדָנִיּוֹת וְצָרוֹת מַסֵּכוֹת תּוֹצֶרֶת סִין…

A gate opens before me. The weeping willow stands in its corner, gazing down upon the garden. Its beauty coaxes me into forgetting the sorrow of the descending evening.…