The inexplicit sadness suddenly
has opened its huge sleepy eyes...
a flower vase woke up....and twice
spilt over all its crystal, utterly
***
A little bit of light red wine
a tiny bit of sunny May
and picking biscuit off the tray
your graceful fingers are divine
May 1909
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the bottom part, a nice glimpse, zenlike. I don't yet grasp the connection betw what's atop and below the asterisks.