The Old Cherry Tree
My mind is full of one old cherry tree,
Whose branches I climbed as a child in quest
Of my then slumbering identity.
Remembrance finds my pastoral friend drest
The Strident Epochs Drown
The strident epochs drown, but you remain
With your colossal bulk. The world, amazed,
Has tried your timeless riddle, but in vain.
With your blind, yet all seeing orbs you have gazed