His heart Became a crumpled Red poppy flower A slip knot Solipsism, thorn A barbed iron Slipping anchor On a day, Night had set sail. On a day, A sun must strum,
April in her crown of splendour Shows to heaven all her beauties-spoil Those clouds of pink-perfection Waver heavily bowed on bare earth Outside the church like confetti.
Lead me love in sunspot shadows And let me bathe in there light Let me soothe in there sorrows Let me burn in there night Let me tease a violet flower And unveil a golden chalice
Men would quake in their opium hearts to meet A beauty in whose pleasing narcotic glance All the spheres of the primate’s earth beguile And in who’s still doe like goddess graces dance.
Touch, how“plainly the mountains sit In a horseshoe sleigh of snow Smell, how” oblivion reverberates, in it? When pragmatic sluice wheels blow... Hear, how” raucous the rooks, festoon
