202 254 A cock's shrill crow They smelt like roses; Is driving the spring dawn stars But when I put on the light, From out of the sky. They were violets. 212 288 From the skyscraper, A freezing morning: All the bustling streets converge I left a bit of my skin Towards a spring sea. On the broomstick handle. 214 301 While plowing the earth, A spring sky so clear All my crows are visiting That you feel you are seeing A neighboring farm. Into tomorrow. 217 303 Surely that spring moon, A balmy spring wind So yellow and so fragile, Reminding me of something Will crack on a cloud! I cannot recall. 222 307 Holding too much rain, I feel autumn rain The tulip stoops and spills it, Trying to explain something Then straightens again. I do not want to know. 226 334 Like a spreading fire, A lakeshore circus: Blossoms leap from tree to tree An elephant trumpeting In a blazing spring. Waves on blue water. 228 365 The sudden thunder The Christmas season: Startles the magnolias A whore is painting her lips To a deeper white. Larger than they are. 243 368 Leaving the doctor, While she undresses, The whole world looks different A spring moon touches her breasts this autumn morning. For seven seconds.
202 A cock's shrill crow Is driving the spring dawn stars From out of the sky. 212 From the skyscraper, All the bustling streets converge Towards a spring sea. 214 While plowing the earth, All my crows are visiting A neighboring farm. 217 Surely that spring moon, So yellow and so fragile, Will crack on a cloud! 222 Holding too much rain, The tulip stoops and spills it, Then straightens again. 226 Like a spreading fire, Blossoms leap from tree to tree In a blazing spring. 228 The sudden thunder Startles the magnolias To a deeper white. 243 Leaving the doctor, The whole world looks different this autumn morning. 254 They smelt like roses; But when I put on the light, They were violets. 288 A freezing morning: I left a bit of my skin On the broomstick handle. 301 A spring sky so clear That you feel you are seeing Into tomorrow. 303 A balmy spring wind Reminding me of something I cannot recall. 307 I feel autumn rain Trying to explain something I do not want to know. 334 A lakeshore circus: An elephant trumpeting Waves on blue water. 365 The Christmas season: A whore is painting her lips Larger than they are. 368 While she undresses, A spring moon touches her breasts For seven seconds.