Dryad's feet in the tree's hands Flame with a blue flame. Heaven and the sun, pears and grapes, And the breasts of a young girl Who waited for love in the shade of a cloud. Autumn crushed the weeping grapes, Winter strewed the fields with lime, And the sun, dead bird of paradise, Falls through my window like a stone. And convince her he doesn't have a soul. A pigeon descended from heaven, Squatted on the dead hand, Turned to stone, and frightened Saw how waves of marble Were pouring over space and time And that God himself couldn't stop them.
Red sunset shines through dust.
Birds flew by above the green willow, Flowers by the path, delicate and yellow. And the sun laughs, having covered everything With blood, and cannons roll down the road, And battalions sing, and guns glitter. A young dancer lies near the heart Of the hoary world. A phonograph Scratches through a finished record Rustling like the wind. A rootless tree grows in the heavens.