May I enjoy at least that nothing, without faith but calmly, May I at least sleep through living, like a forgotten...

How long it's been since
I could write a long poem !
It's been years...

I've lost that capacity for
Rhythmic development
In which idea and form
Move forward together
In a unity of body and soul...

I'm a keeper of sheep,
The sheep are my thoughts
And each thought a sensation.
I think with my eyes and my ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

To think a flower is to see and smell it,
And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

That is why on a hot day
When I enjoy it so much I feel sad,
And I lie down in the grass
And close my warm eyes,
Then I feel my whole body lying down in reality,
I know the truth,
I know I miss someone,
I know she know's,
And perhaps I'm happy.