In winter, these rock dwellings take on a different slant. In winter as you walk, if you take care not to slip, you arrive at a rock placed by giants, where somebody drew a flower.
so unmoved by the boat’s slow approach – the boat drifting across the flat green acre of water; a small prayer for these acres of water which, in the low light, seem firm; the squirrels, however, are never fooled or taken in;
I have been looking for you, World Honored One, since I was a little child. With my first breath, I heard your call, and began to look for you, Blessed One.
(I) Snow. Light flurries falling on the Prince’s palace. Around it day and night walks a tiny voice crying: —Prince, my dearest Prince, are you beyond the Danube?
Far away are mountains, swelling Dark blue on a paler sky; Whose faint quivering light is telling That the sun has risen high. Straight above, he draws unto him All the splendor of the heaven; Darting on the lonely pilgrim Rays like redhot lances driven.
Hey you, damnable mankind, tyrannizing down through the ages, Vomiting blood, and only blood! Did revenge conquer your heart? Did the hot wind seer your soul?