I Stood On The Balcony Dark With

Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And Even My Soul Is Wet.

I Can Write The Saddest Poem Of All Tonight. I Loved Her, And Sometimes She Loved Me Too.

Your House Sounds Like A Train At Midday, The Wasps Buzz, The Saucepans Sing, The Waterfall Enumerates The Deeds Of The Dew . . .

The Ardent Hymn That Unites Peoples.

What Will They Say About My Poetry Who Never Touched My Blood?