Thin as hair are the shadows of
When they follow drawn-out every tree.
On the road through the forest the
Hands a parcel and letters to me.
By the trail of the cats and the foxes,
By the foxes' and by the cats' trail,
I return with a bundle of
To the house where my joy will prevail.
Countries, continents, isthmuses, frontiers,
Lakes and mountains, discussions and news,
Children, grown-ups, old folk, adolescents,
Appreciations, reports and reviews.0 respected and masculine letters!
All of you, none excepted, have broughtA display of intelligent
Underneath a dry statement of thought.
Precious, treasured epistles of women!
Why,
I also fell down from a cloud.
And eternally now and for
To be yours I have solemnly vowed.
Well and you, stamp-collectors, if
Only one fleeting moment you
Among us, what a marvellous
You would find in my sorrowful stead!
