He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on… — Henry James Copy Share Image
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
September is the time to begin again. In the country, when I could smell the wood-smoke in the forest, and the curtains… — Eleanor Perenyi Copy Share Image
“Kareeda ni Karasu no tomarikeri Aki no kure trans: On a bare branch A crow is perched - Autumn evening” — Bashō Copy Share Image
