I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
My fancies are fireflies,----Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
Voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless glance,murmurs in these desultory lines.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future,but for the moment's whim.
Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber rushes into numberless leaves,and dances in the air for a day.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me
都是泰戈尔的诗,前面出自《Fireflies》,后三句出自《Stray Birds》