Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Kenneth Rexroth

You ask me what I thought about Before we were lovers. The answer is easy. Before I met you I didn't have anything to think about ~ Kenneth Rexroth

No leaf stirs. I am alone In the midst of a hundred Empty mountains. Cicadas, Locusts, katydids, crickets, Have fallen still, one after Another. Even the wind Bells hang motionless. In the Blue dusk, widely spaced snowflakes Fall in perfect verticals. Yet, under my cabin porch, The thin, clear Autumn water Rustles softly like fine silk ~Kenneth Rexroth

In the years to come they will say, “They fell like the leaves In the autumn of nineteen thirty-nine.” November has come to the forest, To the meadows where we picked the cyclamen. The year fades with the white frost On the brown sedge in the hazy meadows, .............. Disheveled maples hang over the water; Deep gold sunlight glistens on the shrunken stream. Somnolent trout move through pillars of brown and gold. The yellow maple leaves eddy above them, Excerpt: "Falling leaves & early snow" ~ Kenneth Rexroth

No leaf stirs. I am alone In the midst of a hundred Empty mountains. Cicadas, Locusts, katydids, crickets, Have fallen still, one after Another. Even the wind Bells hang motionless. In the Blue dusk, widely spaced snowflakes Fall in perfect verticals. Yet, under my cabin porch, The thin, clear Autumn water Rustles softly like fine silk ~Kenneth Rexroth