In the spring
This tree has
A thousand myriad
Branches, tender gold shoots
Softer than silk.
In this wild unpeopled field
Who does this willow belong to?
Tag: mass
Rondeau
Glowing and quivering creature
In the night gripping on a branch
This glowing mass, terrible animal
In the night gripping on a branch
Glowing and quivering creature
Wordman of Alcatraz 