Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

青竹 云海 晨光 星夜 荷风 晴雪 秋山 听海 沙丘 森语 梅影 花野 听雨 晴窗 暮色 橘光