Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood - and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees