Nothing is petty
not an hour is chamois,
nor is the luck of the night dark.
And the dew is clear
that the sun rises and shines
and has bathroom delight:
that the bed of everything done is mirrored.
Nothing is petty,
and all rich as wine and red cheek.
And the wave of the sea always laughs,
Winter Spring - Summer Spring.
And everything is Spring.
and all green leaf eternally.
Nothing is petty,
because the days do not pass;
and death does not come even if you have asked for it.
And if you ask for it, it hides a hole in you
because to be born again you need to die.
And we are never a cry
but a fine smile
which disperses like orange crickets.
Nothing is petty
because the song sings in every strand of thing.
-Today tomorrow and yesterday
a rose will peel off:
and milk will come to the younger virgin