1.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With frutas the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all frutas with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flores for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

2.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless...

It was many and many a ano ago,
In a kingdom por the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
por the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to amor and be loved por me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom por the sea;
But we loved with a amor that was mais than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a amor that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom por the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And...

Supposing I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?

You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.

I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa árvore to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me.

When after the midday meal...

In the village they call her the dark girl
but to me she is the flor Krishnakali
On a cloudy dia in a field
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
She had no covering on her head,
her loose hair had fallen on her back.

Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelleeyes.

Two black cows were lowing,
as it grew dark under the heavy clouds.
So with anxious, hurried steps,
the dark girl came from her hut.
Raising her eyebrows toward the sky,
she listened a moment to the clouds' rumble.

Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelle-eyes.

A gust of the east wind
rippled the arroz plants.
I was...