When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?