Poems

What’s with the Frustration and Regret, O Young Man?

If Only You Were Sweet and Life Were Bitter

How Long Will You Drift in the Sea of Sins

If a Man Does Not Seek a Livelihood for Himself

The Rose Is in His Cheeks

O My Heart, Do You Not Fear

O Wound, the First Has Not Yet Healed

Time Consists of Two Days

How Long My Yearning When They Say We Part Tomorrow