And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.
And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with...
A poet was musing the dark.
I knew it too. I told my friends,
And implied the words were not mine.
But they only laughed
And pushed my head into the penumbra of light.
"Look, look, they eagerly cried;
His face is like thunder, like...
(1)...Into the Last State of the Matter...
The striated sky of my holy mushroom,
myriapoda like flashes of lightning – and the same
chromium ants
and the milk foam, among the planets,
and the white water lilies of the darkness
on the...
Your burnt offspring's smoke will wind
Peacefully towards the skies
Only if you bear in mind
That when you go to the sun,
Your dark shadow is behind.
Silent slave whom the grim lord
Summons by a silent gesture,
He takes heed,...
So like the sweet, white cherry blossom,
So tender and so fresh thou art,
And on my life's way like an angel
Appearing thou dost light impart.
Thou scarcely touchest the soft carpet,
The silk on thee doth rustling stream,
From top to...
Water lilies load all over
The blue lake amid the woods,
That imparts, while in white circles
Startling, to a boat its moods.
And along the strands I'm passing
Listening, waiting, in unrest,
That she from the reeds may issue
And...
Thus, like the skin
of a shorn ewe, the day rises.
It is difficult to skin the self from a stone.
It is difficult to skin memory from a Greek.
But why should we talk about these!
After all,
light too has a skin,
light too can be...
What loneliness
to find no meaning
when there is a meaning
And what loneliness
to be blind in the full light of day,
and deaf, what loneliness,
amidst the swelling of a song
But not to understand
when there is no meaning,
and...
