April is the cruelest month, on the wasteland.
With lilacs, put memories and desires
Join us and let the spring rain
Urge those slow roots and buds.
Winter keeps us warm, Earth.
Snow forgotten because of helping others, also known as
Dry bulbs provide a little life.
Summer comes unexpectedly, when it rains.
Came to Stanbukisi; We hid under the colonnade,
When the sun comes out and enters Hoff Garden,
Chatting for an hour over coffee.
I'm not Russian, I'm from Lithuania and I'm German.
Besides, when we were young, we lived with the Grand Duke.
My cousin's house, he took me sledding,
I feel terrible. He said, Mary,
Mary, hold on tight. We'll rush down.
On the mountain, you feel free.
I read books most nights and go to the south in winter.
What root are you grasping and pulling?
Growing out of this pile of stones? Son of man,
You can't say or guess, because you only know.
A bunch of tattered idols, whipped by the sun.
Dead trees have no shade. The sound of crickets is not reassuring,
There is no running water between the charred stones. have only
There is a shadow under this red stone.
Please walk into the shadow under this red stone.
I want to show you something that doesn't look like.
The shadow of your getting up early is behind you;
Unlike at night, I stand up to meet you;
I want you to know that fear is in a handful of dust.
The wind is blowing briskly,
Blow me home,
Irish children,
Where do you live?
"A year ago, you gave me hyacinthus orientalis first;
They call me the girl of hyacinthus orientalis ",
-But when we came back, it was too late, from hyacinthus orientalis's garden.
Your arms are full and your hair is wet. I can't say.
Words are invisible to the eyes, and neither am I.
Alive, not dead, I know nothing,
Looking at the center of light, there was silence.
Desolate and empty is the sea.
Martin Solo Trelease, a famous physiognomist,
I have a bad cold, but I still have it.
The most famous and intelligent woman in Europa,
An evil deck of cards, here it is, she said.
It's one of yours, the drowned Phoenician sailor,
These pearls are his eyes. Look! )
This is Belodona, the hostess of the rock.
A resourceful woman.
This man is holding three sticks. This is a wheel.
This is the one-eyed businessman on this card.
There is nothing on his back.
I'm not allowed to watch it. I didn't find it.
A hanged person. Fear of dying in the water.
I saw crowds of people in circles.
Thank you. When you see dear Mrs. Aguirre,
Just say that I personally brought her the map of the heavenly palace,
Now people must be careful.
Without a tangible city,
Under the yellow fog at dawn in winter,
A group of people filed across London Bridge, and the number was very large.
I didn't expect death to destroy so many people.
Sigh, short and rare, spit it out,
Everyone's eyes are on their feet.
Up the hill, along King William Street,
Until the church of St. Mary Vuornos, where the bell rang.
Knock the last ninth time, with a gloomy voice.
There, I saw an acquaintance, stopped him and shouted, "Stejan!" " "
You're with me on Miley's boat!
The body you planted in the garden last year,
Is it sprouting? Will it bloom this year?
Or did you suddenly smash its flower bed with frost?
Tell this Xiong Xing to go away, it's a friend of the people,
Otherwise, it will dig it up again with its claws!
You! Pseudoreaders! -My own kind.-My brother!