If you are coming to me,
I am beyond Oblivion.
Beyond Oblivion is a place
Where dandelions run into the veins of air,
...

She was great
And belonged to the present time
And had affinity with all bright horizons.
And fathomed the language of the earth and water.
...

Let's not soil the water:
Perhaps a pigeon is drinking down there
Or a thrush dipping its wing by a far thicket
Or a pitcher being filled in a village.
...

Tonight
Will journey
To the realm of words
In a strange dream.
...

Past the border of my dream
The shadow of a morning glory
Had darkened all these ruins
What intrepid wind
...