It has been days, and still this wind
keeps coming to me from the sea.
All night long, this raving wind
delivers lobsters and jellyfish
in the rope-baskets of sunken ships,
and shirts printed with a laughing tiger …
All night long, this raving wind
moans, a cat scratches at the door,
and from under my bed,
I hear approaching footsteps …

Why have these lobsters
donned canvas shoes?
Who told them I was here,
trembling with fever?
And this cat …
will he jump, kangaroolike,
through the window?