Rasak Daramola Poems

Careless of next year's hunger
This year the rice plants ripen late,
They won't be ready
until frosty winds begin to blow.
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Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
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One night I heard a knock on my door
who can it be, I wasn't quite sure
I welcome the guest with almost delight
for I know it has come to to give me respite
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Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light,
Who makes thy cares more short than night.
The joys which with His day-star rise
He deals to all but drowsy eyes
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When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
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