Poems from Farida00
Strange fits of passion have I known:And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone,What once to me befell.
When she I loved looked...
Hope' is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the...
l crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all...
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream...
Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood,With its careless, thoughtless air,Like the verdant, tangled wildwood,Wants the training hand of care...