in a dream I shall feel that runs blue- with fair hair;
between the oleander of mad seas;
lies in wait! for more than a thousand years!
On the blue summer evenings by the wave.
- of worlds on a journey, who grin at the sky.
In a slumbering alder green and bronze dream.
- from violet forests: through this horror of space.
Like a great lily, and falling with the waters
his little black puppets, why the blue silence
of an eternal voice?
Into the ferocious tide rips, in the long violet coagulations,
stronger than alcohol lightnings and realize in antique dramas
the scented twilight, long violet coagulations.