Moon goes through the water. How peaceable the sky is ! slowly going gathering old tremors from the river while a young frog takes her for a tiny mirror...

Song to a friend;

Night here already

Moon's rays been striking
evening like an anvil.

Night here already

An old tree keeping warm
wrapped in words of songs.

Night here already.

If you should come to see me
walking on the air---

Night here already.

You'd find me crying here
under the poplar trees.
Ah, morena, my high brown !

Under the poplar trees.

Morning here already.