There was white inside,trying to seep out of pores,I felt it straintrying to mesh and meldwith this sentient wraithfingers touchingjoiningand suddenlyI am the morning mistdancing in the crystal air.
Humming Bird Woman by Carl Sandburg WHY should I be wonderingHow you would look in black velvet and yellow? in orange and green?I who cannot remember whether it was a dash of blueOr a whirr of red under your willow throat—Why do I wonder how you would look in humming-bird feathers?
Hito wo yume to ya omoishiruramu; sumi suteshi, sono wa kochou no yadori nite That man's life is but a dream - is what we now come to know. Its house abandoned, the garden has become home to butterflies.
I scowl in sullen guiseThe sea grows dark and dun,The swift clouds hide the sunBut not the bale-light in my eyes,And the frightened wind as it fliesRuffles the billows with stormy wing,And the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing!