We were happy all that morningÏ God how happy.
First the stones the leaves and the flowers shoneand then the suna huge sun all thorns but so very high in the heavens.Á Nymph was gathering our cares and hanging them on the treesa forest of Judas trees.
Cupids and satyrs were singing and playingand rosy limbs could be glimpsed amid black laurelthe flesh of young children.
We were happy all that morning;the abyss was a closed wellïn which the tender foot of a young faun stampeddo ãïõ remember its laughter: how happy we were!
And then clouds rain and the damp earth;you stopped laughing when you reclined in the hut,and opened your large eyes and gazedon the archangel wielding a fiery sword"É cannot explain it," you said, "É cannot explain it,"É find people impossible to understandhowever much they may play with colorsthey are all black.
