Classic Poem

I don't know many
names of trees,
names of grasses.
I don't know names of birds, names of insects.
I've forgotten them all.
Calling on my terribly inaccurate knowledge and memory
I look at the grass and trees outdoors, point to the crops,
call the birds by name.
Nature doesn't respond.
For a long time I've done without it.
This morning, on that filled-in land
I suddenly saw something like a lark dance up to heaven. (Probably that was a lark.)
In the world neither trees, grass, birds, nor insects exist.
In a complete loss of memory
I have remembered many names such as
Woods, Fields,