Autumn at the farm

A touch of cold in the Autumn night— I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children. Autumn – BY T. E. HULME

Oh, L’Automne

Un cheval s’écroule au milieu d’une allée Les feuilles tombent sur lui Notre amour frissonne Et le soleil aussi. Author: Jacques Prévert This beautiful piece of poetry always makes me shiver. The scene is static, there’s a horse stopped in the middle of an alley and the leaves are falling over him. It’s autumn, colors ofContinue reading “Oh, L’Automne”

This melody is stuck in my mind

I have been naughty again. Been watching anime non stop for the last 6 hours. It’s way past midnight here and I’m writing this with one statement in mind: “I shall not hate jazz anymore.” I have been to a jazz concert and the only thing I could think about then was the fact thatContinue reading “This melody is stuck in my mind”


Year: 1648 Author: Robert Herrick When as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flowes The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave Vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!