A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful--then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.
Very true. Most books are records less Of fulness than of emptiness Thanks for sharing it here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some of my favorite childhood poems.