Noon pale and

at a crumbling wall of garden,

listen among the thorns, and the thorns

Pops of blackbirds, hiss of snakes.

The cracks in the soil or on the vetch

spiar the rows of red ants

ch'ora break and now interwoven

at the head of tiny heaps.

Observe the heartbeat through leaves

away flakes of sea

while shrill, tremulous

of cicadas from the bald peaks.

And going into the sun that dazzles

feel with sad wonder

how all his life and his labor

in this following a wall

that on top of sharp shards of bottle.

Noon pale and

at a crumbling wall of garden,

listen among the thorns, and the thorns

Pops of blackbirds, hiss of snakes.

The cracks in the soil or on the vetch

spiar the rows of red ants

ch'ora break and now interwoven

at the head of tiny heaps.

 

Observe the heartbeat through leaves

away flakes of sea

while shrill, tremulous

of cicadas from the bald peaks.

 

And going into the sun that dazzles

feel with sad wonder

how all his life and his labor

in this following a wall

that on top of sharp shards of bottle.