«On a pearl shuttle you spin / A thread of silk so fragile / Come forth, you fingers agile, / Lesson in charms begin. Movements of arms about / Their ebbs and flows in flight — / To cause some solar fright / You cast a charm, no doubt When your broad hand's on fire / Like shell grow...»
«We have gone mad from endless jubilation / Wine in the morning, hangover at night. / Your blush, oh drunken plague without respite, / How to contain the needless celebration? Hand-shaking ceremonial and tortuous / And kisses on the street all through the night / When river's waves grow he...»
«Fever rustles and lisps / Grasshopper hours are churning, / And dry stove crackles — This / Means that red silk is burning. Why do mice whet with their molars / Thinning bottom of life spent — / There a swallow for her daughter / Has my shuttle's thread unbent. On the roof the rain...»
«My dry and dreary life / Fire has burned down / Not a stone but tree / I am singing now. It is light and rough; / From a single piece / Come the fisher's oars / And the oak pith. Nail the pilings tighter, / Knock, hammers, with all might, / About the wooden heaven / Where everyth...»