I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox

and which you were probably saving for breakfast.

Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.

I went out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high, I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a sister of the sky.

There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

From outside my house, only the faint distant sound of gentle breezes wandering through bamboo leaves in the long evening silence.

Late evening finally comes: I unlatch the door and quietly await the one who greets me in my dreams