The winter river;
down it come floating
flowers offered to Buddha.

Flannel-flowers dancing
To the Dawn on the hill-tops ...
The Vision of Spring!

for Sheila Murphy

Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties,
And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.

Vel svigter den vingede Ganger tidt,
Men Du satte Guldhjul for Gangerens Skridt.
Ei Verdens Prosa Du gik forbi,
Du viiste, der laa Poesie deri.
Hil være Herr Henrik!

Traaden brister, Rokken staaer, Spindevisen tier,
Ungdoms Sangen bliver snart gamle Melodier.

Believe not that I have ever loved thee. I have eaten thee as I would a ripe fig, I have drank thee as I would drink hot water, I have carried thee about me like a belt of skin.

I have amused myself with thy body because thou hast short hair and pointed breasts upon thy thin chest, and black nipples like two little dates.

Just as one must have water and fruit, a woman is also necessary, but already I have forgotten thy name, thou, who hast passed between my arms like the shadow of another adored one.

There’s an eyeball in the gumball machine,
Right there between the red and the green,
Lookin’ at me as if to say,
“You don’t need anymore gum today.”

Give known or pin ware.
Fancy teeth, gas strips.
Elbow elect, sour stout pore, pore caesar, pour state at.
Leave eye lessons I. Leave I. Lessons. I. Leave I lessons, I.

Hel sælsomt det i Verden gaar -
Forundring hos Beundring staar.
Hvad af de to Du vækked mest,
det har jeg aldrig rigtig vidst!