DREAM TRAGEDIES

CHILDREN AT PLAY

WHEN THE CUCKOO SINGS

RETURN TO NATURE

A STRANGE CITY




THUNDERSTORMS


My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words,
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.

Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
And brood your heavy hours;
For when you rain me words,
My thoughts are dancing flowers
And joyful singing birds.