Book: Poems
Quotes of Book: Poems
Mountains at NightThe lake has died down,The reed, black in its sleep,Whispers in a dream.Expanding immensely into the countryside, The mountains loom, outspread.They are not resting.They breathe deeply, and hold themselves, Pressed tightly, to one another.Deeply breathing,Laden with mute forces, Caught in a wasting passion. book-quote
