Pregnant Meadows
Walking through the downland meadows,Pregnant with the May Day blloms,
Feel the sun upon my shoulder
Sweeping out mind's winter rooms.
Pregnant Meadows
Walking through the downland meadows,In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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