SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

When the world-illuming sun rushed upon Night like a brigand My weeping bedewed the face of the rose My tears washed away sleep from the eye of the narcissus My passion wakened the grass and made it grow The Gardener taught me to sing with power He sowed a verse and reaped a sword In the soil he planted only the seed of my tears And wove my lament with the garden as warp and woof Tho I am but a mote the radiant sun is mine...Seguir leyendo