I Iooked for you in your shoes. I found nothing And the rain. I tried your shirts, your pants, Called your sweaters mine, But a dead man’s things are No one’s, And this house screams out for you. -----Li-Young Lee
How nice to be able to sleep in a tree,” she said. “Why don’t you if you think you’d like it?” Moom- inmamma asked. “Nobody’s asked me to,” Misabel said sullenly. “Dear me, take your pillow and climb up to the others, Misabel dear,” said Moominmamma. “No thanks, it’s no fun now,” replied Misabel and went away. She sad down in a corner and cried. “Why is it always like this?” she though. “What makes everything so sad and difficult?”
I Iooked for you in your shoes.
I found nothing
And the rain.
I tried your shirts, your pants,
Called your sweaters mine,
But a dead man’s things are
No one’s,
And this house screams out for you.
-----Li-Young Lee
How nice to be able to
sleep in a tree,” she said.
“Why don’t you if you
think you’d like it?” Moom-
inmamma asked.
“Nobody’s asked me to,”
Misabel said sullenly.
“Dear me, take your
pillow and climb up to the
others, Misabel dear,” said
Moominmamma.
“No thanks, it’s no fun
now,” replied Misabel and
went away. She sad down in
a corner and cried.
“Why is it always like
this?” she though. “What
makes everything so sad and
difficult?”
by Tove Jansson