They are incomprehensible, the things of this earth.
Lure of two breasts and the long hair of a maiden.In rouge, in vermillion, in that color of pondsFound only in the Green Lakes near Wilno.An ungraspable multitudes swarm, come togetherIn the crinkles of tree bark, in the telescope’s eye,For an endless wedding,For the kindling of eyes, for a sweet danceIn the elements of air,…