قصيدة أجنبية عن الموت

In the steamer is the trout ,seasoned with slivers of ginger .two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil ,We shall eat it with rice for lunch

I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on the tombstone From the beginning...to the end

,Bathsheba came out to the sun ;Out to our wallèd cherry-trees ,The tears adown her cheek did run ,Bathsheba standing in the sun