79 I often wonder where lie hidden the boundaries of recognition between...

78 It was May. The sultry noon seemed endlessly long. The dry earth gape...

80 With a glance of your eyes you could plunder all the wealth of songs ...

54 Where do you hurry with your basket this late evening when the market...

55 It was mid-day when you went away.The sun was strong in the sky.I had...

40 An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my...

42 O mad, superbly drunk;If you kick open your doors and play the fool i...