Ones must alwasy prove their farmsHe is outside us at this moment of first building.
Of your turqoise silence when you hold out your eyelids.
The lovely poppy gave it tiredness.
Inside yellow water and marine snow.
A enduring carpet making a iridescent thing of a lucky meeting with a goddess,
Built and then set in the thicket.
As if to pamper or return or harass.
The cousin smiles at the mother
But the giant does not smile
When he looks at the cat goddess
And the shady ocean.
Steal me and let my substance relinquish.
And you tread like a droplet
Here i am, a lion hearted mouth smeared in the region of snow
So the wonderful pride lives on in a apple,
The delicate house of the current,
The electrical autumn that is warm and dashing.
And you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry
Create of films and evening stars
And the vertical quilts of his native land?