You were born already beautiful

Beautiful, an O fell from your mouth

Loneliness comes rushing toward me
Why does it move so fast
When I am moving toward it

because there is no reason for my sitting here laughing

I wonder if they’ve really caught the scent,
which is a poor memory in our Symbolist ears

Such a flow of language!

She is a neighbor too,
and I am getting there

My wife’s recipe for a fairy:
Put buttercup pollen
And a canary feather

After the sponge bath
Spice cake and coffee
In a sky blue china cup

Light spray over a daisy chain of days.
Many wives, brought on rocking boats,
Dissolve in one loved damsel.