“I hear your laughter in the garden. And the mad spring’s / scent comes toward me across the wet leaves.”
— Czeslaw Milosz, from Road-Side Dog: Poems; “Farewell,” (via pairedaeza)
“I hear your laughter in the garden. And the mad spring’s / scent comes toward me across the wet leaves.”
— Czeslaw Milosz, from Road-Side Dog: Poems; “Farewell,” (via pairedaeza)