The apples are a charcoal gray,
though they manage to shine hard
in the late afternoon's sheer. Rain

Miranda de la Rosa sang the blues
in crystal ball gowns
held his trophies high because

His method is published in a pamphlet.
Turning pages so quickly he resembles
some complicated threshing machine,

Everyone had the same IKEA bed.
                 She tied my wrists to hers, above my head.

Now I will tell Meader’s story; I have a moral in view.
He was pestered by a Grizzly so bold and malicious
That he used to snatch caribou meat from the eaves of the cabin.

 A certain eminent alchemist wrote of that country that it is to be found wherever it has been placed by the first and most important need of the human mind, the same need that called into being geometry and science, philosophy and religion, morality and art. The above-mentioned alchemist—he was an ally of Descartes—also wrote that the name of the country 

Faithful mother tongue
I have been serving you.
Every night, I used to set before you little bowls of colors

“So lasting they are, the rivers!” Only think. Sources somewhere in the mountains pulsate and springs seep from a rock, join in a stream, in the current of a river, and the river flows through centuries, millennia.

On the banks of the beautiful Loire,
There was my birth and my cradle.
Two kinds of goods flow from that land:

Faithful mother tongue
I have been serving you.
Every night, I used to set before you little bowls of colors