22 With a twitching nose A dog reads a telegram On a wet tree trunk. 24 The webs of spiders Sticking to my sweaty face In the dusty woods. 30 A bloody knife blade Is being licked by a cat At hog-killing time. 31 In the falling snow A laughing boy holds out his palms Until they are white. 50 One magnolia Landed upon another In the dew-wet grass. 51 As the sun goes down, a green melon splits open And juice trickles out. 53 A sparrow's feather On a barb of rusty wire In the sizzling heat. 57 Sleety rain at night Seasoning swelling turnips With a tangy taste. 58 of black cherries Glittering with drops of rain In the evening sun. 67 The day is so long That even noisy sparrows Fall strangely silent. 75 Spring begins shyly With one hairpin of green grass In a flower pot. 78 An apple blossom Trembling on a sunlit branch From the weight of bees. 93 Leaving its nest, The sparrow sinks a second, Then opens its wings. 95 Like a fishhook, The sunflower's long shadow Hovers in the lake. 97 In the setting sun, Each tree bud is clinging fast To drying raindrops. 101 Quickly vanishing, The first drops of summer rain On an old wood door.
370 The baby's hiccough Dies down and the hum of flies Fills the sunny room. 371 A peg-legged man Stumps about in the garden, Pruning the roses. 375 The first day of spring: The servant wears her blonde hair In a new manner. 382 A valley village Lies in the grip of moonlight: How lonely it is. 407 In a light spring rain An old woman is spitting Into a handkerchief. 408 A dead mouse floating Atop a bucket of cream In the dawn spring light. 412 In this rented room One more winter stands outside My dirty window pane. 422 My cigarette Without my lips touching it, — A steady spring breeze. 423 Settling on the screen Of the crowded movie house, A white butterfly. 425 An empty sickbed: An indented white pillow In weak winter sun. 427 While crows are cawing, Poppies are dutifully Deepening their red. 436 A nude fat woman Stands over a kitchen stove, Tasting applesauce. 448 A washerwoman Dyes a tub of water blue, – The sunlit spring wind! 450 In a barbershop The stench of soap and hair, – A hot summer day! 455 The green cockleburs Caught in the thick wooly hair Of the black boy's head. 459 I am paying rent For the lice in my cold room And the moonlight too.
461 Entering my town In a heavy fall of snow, I feel a stranger. 468 I have lost my way In a strange town at night, – A sky of old cold stars. 477 On a bayonet, And beyond the barbs of wire, – a spring moon at dawn. 481 Shut in the ice box, A cricket chirps sleepily In an alien winter. 482 At a funeral, Strands of spider webs On coffin flowers. 500 The stadium: Every seat is taken By whirling snowflakes. 504 Across the table cloth, Ants are dragging a dead fly In the evening sun. 518 Creamy plum blossoms: Once upon a time there was A pretty princess... 521 Just enough of snow To make you look carefully At familiar streets. 526 The arriving All decorated with snow From another town. 530 My shadow was sad When I took it from the sand Of the gleaming beach. 552 A small spring island Is being measured by a Ribbon of ship smoke. 554 The summer rainstorm Drenches chickens in the fields, Making them smaller. 555 So cold it is now That the moon is frozen fast To a pine tree limb. 556 The big light in the fog Was but a little lantern When we came to it. 559 In this tiny pond The big lake in which I swam as a boy?
571 From across the lake, Past the black winter trees, Faint sounds of a flute. 579 Amid the daisies Even the idiot boy Has a dignity. 580 My cold and damp feet Feel as distant as the moon On this autumn night. 582 A limping sparrow Leaves on a white window sill Lacy tracks of blood. 587 In a damp attic, Spilling out grains of sawdust, A wounded rag doll. 588 For six dark dank years, A doll with a Christmas smile In an old shoe box. 591 A sick cat out A stiff and frozen willow Under which to die. 592 Sitting in spring rain, Two forgotten rag dolls, Their feet in water. 598 The blindman stumbles, Pauses, then walks slower Into the autumn night. 602 A slow creeping snail; Moments later I could not See it anywhere. 611 As the popcorn man Is closing up his wagon, snow begins to fall. 613 While plucking the goose, A feather flew wildly off To look for snowflakes. 616 The snowball I threw Was caught in a net of flakes And wafted away. 618 High above the ship On which immigrants sail, Are departing geese. 625 The caw of a crow: On a distant summer field Goes a silent train. 635 An empty seashore: Taking a long summer with it, A departing train.
638 In my sleep at night, I keep pounding an anvil Heard during the day. 647 Burning out its time, And timing its own burning, One lonely candle. 658 The naked mountains, Washing themselves in spring rain As green fields look on. 667 That sparrow bent dawn, Its head tucked beneath its wing, – Sewing a button? 669 A leaf chases wind Across an autumn river And shakes a pine tree. 673 A flood of spring rain Searching into drying grasses Finds a lost doll. 686 A darting sparrow Startles a skinny scarecrow Back to watchfulness. 704 The scarecrow's big sleeves Advertising in the sun: Huge, red tomatoes! 711 With solemnity The magpies are dissecting A cat's dead body. 713 The creeping shadow Of a gigantic oak tree Jumps over the wall. 721 As my anger ebbs, The spring stars grow bright again And the wind returns. 730 From the cherry tree To the roof of the red barn, A cloud of sparrows flew. 737 In the summer sun, Near an empty whiskey bottle, A sleeping serpent. 738 In the burning sun, A viper's tongue is nudging A cigarette butt. 762 Droning autumn rain: A boy up toy soldiers For a big battle. 766 Standing in the snow, A horse shifts his heavy haunch Slowly to the right.
774 On my trouser leg Are still a few strands of fur From my long dead cat. 776 autumn sky: The bright circus tents have gone, Taking their music. 782 From the dark still pines, Not a breath of autumn wind To ripple the lake. 783 I cannot find it, That very first violet Seen from my window. 787 This autumn evening Is full of an empty sky And one empty road. 788 Around the tree trunk, A kitten'paw is flicking At an absent mouse. 795 A tolling church bell: A rat rears in the moonlight And stares at the steeple. 809 Why did this spring wood Grow so silent when I came? What was happening?