Some Fallen-Leaves Regarding Longevity 1 - 3

1. observing the ardent eagerness of the wind it is clearly understood that nascent pollens are overflowing the niche of her heart in response to the signals of the river she keeps on ringing all long the month of earth-quakes the bench of the rail-station wants to hug her the medicine-counter of the ***-end of the day beckons her with the hand to come nearer in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration adorned with ash-trays going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing she also distributes some life to the meticulous dressing of the magnolia 2. let the swimming pool be fully absorbed with its dark-room when the feather of your fore-finger becomes green the merchant of venice will leave his business of photo-coping machine to start walking directly in search of new earnings evening sets in on the boiler of the delta putting on yellow-dress comes the water-vessel of the paper-balloon there is no singing bird shivering with cold in the fold of the dear bed-sheet it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway may give some wood of tamarisk on the expanded palms yet oh the western page of night do tell today why so much tamed polythene are here in our cohabitation 3. after so many days published in the wind painted in wings the recent heart’s desire of the doors and windows they have rolled up their fairy-tales from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted to set her mind to the hill slanting downward they did not want to know how much rheumatism is there in the hands and legs of the bark to whom is delegated the control of the mason-made bus-journey sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers though there is no postage-stamp within the reaching-point then what magic is there in the hill slanting downward why the wall does not learn how to swim like a fish truly it is he from whom those negligible moments of man-ism itch for blue candle-stand