You Are My Drunkenness

Look at the lion in the iron cage, look deep into his eyes: like two naked steel daggers they sparkle with anger.

Today is Sunday. For the first time they took me out into the sun today. And for the first time in my life I was aghast that the sky is so far away and so blue and so vast I stood there without a motion. Then I sat on the ground…

to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in ShanghaiA Renowned Leonardo'sworld-famous"La Gioconda" has disappeared.

A young Japanese fisherman was killed by a cloud at sea. I heard this song from his friends, one lurid yellow evening on the Pacific. Those who eat the fish we caught, die. Those who touch our hands, die

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example— I mean without looking for something beyond and above living

I love you like dipping bread into salt and eating Like waking up at night with high fever and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth Like unwrapping the heavy box from the postman with no clue what it is fluttering, happy, doubtful I love you…

The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman and the Honeysuckle He was a blue-eyed giant, He loved a miniature woman. The woman's dream was of a miniature house with a garden where honeysuckle grows in a riot of colours that sort of…

Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah'sof my heart one by onelike the blood-red beadsof a ruby rosary strung on strands of golden hair! But mypoetry's musetakes to the airon wings made of steellike the I-beams