Nature

Everything passes, yet everything remains; but our part is to pass, to make our way, to make paths upon the sea. I have never sought the glory of leaving my song in the memory of men. I love subtle worlds, wei …

English renderings created for Hall of People with the assistance of ChatGPT. 1. Facing Mount Yudono, I wept— there was no other way to thank the sacred mountain. 2. The blazing current carries the sun to …

In this world we walk on the roof of hell, gazing at flowers. A bath when you're born, a bath when you die, how stupid. Don't know about the people, but all the scarecrows are crooked. Blossoms at night, …

Life in the world is but a big dream; I will not spoil it by any labour or care. So saying, I was drunk all the day, Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door. When I awoke, I blinked at the garden-lawn; …

Hills of silver plate, grey heights, dark red rocks through which the Duero bends its crossbow arc round Soria, shadowed oaks, stone dry-lands, naked mountains, white roads and river poplars, twilights of Soria, w …

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken …

I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lig …