The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
For view there are the houses opposite
Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch
Monotony of surface & of form
Without a break to hang a guess upon.
No bird can make a shadow as it flies,
For all is shadow, as in ways o'erhung
By thickest canvass, where the golden rays
Are clothed in hemp. No figure lingering
......
The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
......
I made the rising moon go back
behind the shouldering hill,
I raced along the eastern track
till time itself stood still.
The stars swarmed on behind the trees,
but I sped fast at they,
I could have made the sun arise,
and night turn back to day.
......
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
......
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
......
red plumes, sunset blooms
since denim sky blues faded
lookalikes, sweet fumes
ever moving wind
fragrant and changing like sky
cedes to misty trend
reds, pinks, plums and golds
the world I knew went away
......
З неба земля виглядає як мікросхема,
чітко поділена різноманіттям фігур,
барвами ліжників зелені, осені, неба,
знаками рік як вітрил.
Ти попід хмарами,
в отворах хмар чітко бачиш -
навіть не крапки ми там, на землі,
справді невловні, невидимі оком,
не зрячим
......
I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.
I worked closely with eager owners, for their wildest, dream homes to occur,
Like clusters of wild, blooming daisies, which upon one color, seem to concur.
I chose rugs for the floor, and artwork for walls, as per proud owners' wishes,
Like wistful, nostalgic, climbing wisteria, so eager to feel sunny, golden riches.
Fresh, fruitful days of flowering springtime, brought favored friends outdoors,
......
electrifying
when peering through earth's skylight
angels love the sight
effects arising
from hued sun so far and near
like scent of rose dear
magical with moon
above crisp snow and pine trees
......
Thou, eternal home of shotful humans
So a harmful life may dip, but thou must
To such a situation, protect wanes
And the moon will fast a slow but so trust
Or, so an archaic names last for'er
Whereas millennia end by thy trait;
A falcon'd bear his 'er-lasting war
And win 'or what-'er come in way, straight, -
The old taunting breeds in plenty, 'er more,
......