A Billion Stars Go Spinning Through The

I Think Of You Often, Dear, And With Such Concentrated Wishes That It Really Must Help You In Some Way.

Trees Do Not Force Their Sap, Nor Does The Flower Push Its Bloom.

Young People, Who Are Beginners In Everything, Cannot Yet Know Love: They Have To Learn It.

When Anxious, Uneasy And Bad Thoughts Come, I Go To The Sea, And The Sea Drowns Them Out With Its Great Wide Sounds, Cleanses Me With Its Noise, And Imposes A Rhythm Upon Everthing In Me That Is Bewildered And Confused.

Spring Has Again Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Many Poems. Many, O So Many. For The Hardship Of Such Long Learning She Receives The Prize. Strict Was Her Teacher. The White In The Old Man's Beard Pleases Us. Now, What To Call Green, To Call Blue, We Dare To Ask: She Knows, She Knows!