
Summer night:
bell pavilion - silent,
but for cricket chirp.

Summer night:
bell pavilion - silent,
but for cricket chirp.




You came to my door in the dawn and sang;
it angered me to be awakened from sleep,
and you went away unheeded.
You came in the noon and asked for water;
it vexed me in my work,
and you were sent away with reproaches.
You came in the evening with your flaming torches.
You seemed to me like a terror and I shut my door.
Now in the midnight I sit alone in my lampless room
and call you back whom I turned away in insult.
Not sure what to do with this one. It reads to me much as would, “Would you prefer air or water?”

stream cascade:
soft water burble drowns out
the city’s noise.

