A nest of swallows Bright stars through quiet trees. Standing midst the clamour of hung… The last fluttering of the leaves… The deep shade of the close forest

Emerald skies Beneath I lie Left to sleep In strange Japan. White Chrysanthemums

Within a room suspended Strung like a pearl On a wire of time Stretched between stars And breathing heavily.

Walking through the dreaming lanes… Walking, my limbs striding yet my… Like a watcher in the trees gazing… I think on the evening, as a life’… Without wistfulness,

An interlude, a space, a silence Rests lightly on the room. You speak but do not cross The intensity of objects Between me and you.

One world one race one smile upon… What has happened to this world ac… I used to hope to see the stars Shining on a planet full of love. But now the darkness and the pain

To the future That makes the matter of our prese… Will we reach the summit Or become a generation of disillus… To the future.

One way, two ways, three ways, fou… All the winds are at the door. Red and white and yellow and blue Holding garlands just for you. One way, two ways, three ways, fou…

The seasons turn in elemental turm… Across the heavens. The wise trees nod. Dry thunder roaring through dark c… Between the flashings of the fire

Rolling madly around In Indian caprices I dance on crazy green grass. My head out of control A misprint in a novel

Beneath fawn skies The wet eyed January city lies Bereaved of a year. The sloping roofs curl around the… And drip on the streets,