I’m bathing in the daylight as children in the rain.

I have no past or future. I’m watching as I run

With joy, along its bright course, the arrow-casting sun

And fill my thoughts with summer, and fill my thoughts with grain.

Of this merciless joy I shall write:

Being young while the sun gives off light.

I’ll be writing of life, my brow close to the sky…

Lay a kiss on my book as the morning comes by.

My window fills with twilight and, in a pensive mood,

Is watching me as in my faith I do rejoice,

As if the autumn’d garden was something I construed,

As if the stars above, the sprouting kid horns, were my choice.