এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
is no freedom for the tree.
The tapestry of life’s story is woven
by the joining and breaking of the threads
of life’s ties.
Those thoughts of mine that soar
free in the air
come to perch upon my songs.
My soul tonight loses itself
in the silent heart of a tree
standing alone among the whispers
of immensity.
Pearl shells cast up by the sea
on death’s barren beach—
a magnificent wastefulness
of creative life.
My life has its play of colours through thwarted hopes
and gains incomplete
like the reed that has its music through its gaps.
