The dusk
Let it receive the ghost
Of my ghost-child
Blood
...
Would I
That my broken heart
My emotions
Into blood be transformed
...
A prize for the taking
But ah! it needs work
But ah! it begs
Suffering
...
Snow dropping
Snow dripping
A Poet who writes
A Poet who thinks
...
Begin slow, expect little
Nay
Nil.
And then you will increase
...
One day,
One day
One day will come
One day
...
One day will be a mourning day
And then that will the first
Of all the mourning days that
Follow suit:
...
Excuse me for the night
No vesper bells ring
Or other bells
The silence speaks in the night stars
...
Mirror unexpected
Glow-worm on whose back
The Earth reflected
Yearns
...