«Everyone's gone. All that’s left, at the parting, / Is the confusion of leaves outside. / Now I am left with as little as a rustling, / Mumbling of autumn in my house tonight. Summer had slipped as a trembling needle / Out of the numbed hand of silence itself; / And disappeared in the d...»
«Along my street for so many years / I hear steps — my friends are slowly leaving. / The slow leaving of my dear friends / Is welcomed by the darkness of the evening. Oh, Solitude, your nature is so stern. / While catching sunshine with your iron compass / You close the circle with a...»
«It swept, it swept around the land / As snow was swirling. / A candle was burning on the desk, / A candle burning. As swarms of midges in the dark / To a fire flutter, / Blew flakes of snow from the park / ‘gainst window shutter. The storm was drawing on the glass / Small darts a...»
«...No grass ever grows / Making baskets for us / Is their lives’ sole purpose — / Making baskets from the straw, / Weightless basket service. / On the moon, twilight looms / Houses are neater / On the moon, no homes, / Only pigeon quarters / Bluish homes — bluish homes...»