Flood
To see if it is still rising,
I mark the water on the front door
And am full of uneasiness.
As I look through the window
Below my eyes on the face of the waters,
Shadows of the stars are afloat.
The western sky is breaking,
And the clouds are clearing.
The water, too, has abated a little.
Tonight how tasty is my supper!
In Memoriam
A day is followed by a day,
And in earth’s diurnal course
The spring, by spring.
In the world of men, alas, I shall not meet
Those that are no more.
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