Under the trees light has dropped from the top of the sky, light like a green latticework of branches, shining on every leaf, drifting down like clean white sand ... A pale blonde went by like a golden plant swaying her gifts. And my mouth went like a wave discharging on her breast lightningbolts of blood ... Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example the night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance ... Home