Of oxen and a clump of trees.
And all around the huge green meadow.
How lovely was this dreaming into distance.
This absolute nothingness as bright air and wind
And bird cries and fairy-tale books.
Far off the fabled iron snake whistled--



Summer Freshness


The sky is like a blue jellyfish.
And all around are fields, rolling meadows--
Peaceful world, you great mousetrap,
Would that I might finally escape from you.. O if I had wings--
One plays dice. Guzzles. Chatters about future countries.
Each person puts in his own two cents.
The earth is a succulent Sunday roast,
Nicely dunked into a sweet sun-sauce.
If only there were a wind... that ripped
The gentle world with iron claws. That would amuse me.
But if a storm comes... It would shred
The lovely blue eternal sky into a thousand pieces.



Afternoon, Fields and Factory