I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
All by myself I am a huge camellia Glowing and coming and going….
The future is a gray seagull Tattling in its cat-voice of departure, departure.
The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. Even through the gift paper I hear them breathe Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.