WE HAVE NO NIGHTIGALE
BUT WE HAVE THE THRUSH
AH!
THE THRUSH
WHEN HE PRESSES HIS BREAST BONE
AGAINST ATHORN
HIS SOUND I BEAUTIFUL AND EXQUISIT
AND HAS NO EQUAL.
WE HAVE NO NIGHTIGALE
BUT WE HAVE THE THRUSH
AH!
THE THRUSH
WHEN HE PRESSES HIS BREAST BONE
AGAINST ATHORN
HIS SOUND I BEAUTIFUL AND EXQUISIT
AND HAS NO EQUAL.
Drunken Bee
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I watch a large bee
Suck the thistle blossom
Filled with opium blossom
The more it sucks
The more drowsy it becomes
Then it falls into dreamland.
The gift
I have a gift of one
To be alone with sounds
Singing
A blackbird sing
I know it’s Spring
From an octave above
A thrush sends his love
SPRING SINGING
A BLACKBIRD SINGING
IS SPRING AT THE BEGINNING
BUT FROM AN OCTAVE ABOVE
A THRUSH SPREADS HIS LOVE
I walk the path of Daffodils
And the Robin
Sings me home
WHITE FLOWER
The flower comes in May
And every day
I come and see
The pathway to eternity
Why should I inhale sadness
For every year it happens
In times of happiness
And times of maddness
THE RESURECTION
The world regains it’s strength
From the brown black leaves
Accumulated and Abandoned
There were no flowers
No tears
On their going
But joy
And happiness
On their resurrection.
A GOOD DEED
A GOOD DEED
ACCOMPANIED BY AN INVOICE
IS A BAD DEED
