The dawn has unloosed the sky from the earth
and at its clear soft word
the beetles, the children
come tumbling out into the light of day;
no haze in the atmosphere,
the sparkling lightness floats everywhere.
During the night, like butterflies,
the leaves have settled on the trees.


Blue, red, yellow poly-daubed
pictures I saw in my dreams,
and I felt: this is the way of things,
not a floating dust-speck’s out of place.
Now gloom-like my dream spreads out to my limbs
and the iron world’s the way.
By day a moon rises in me and when it’s night
outside—a sun shines here within.