O heavens, heavens, see you in my dreams!
It is impossible -- you had become so blind,
And day was burned as if a page -- to rims:
Some smoke and ashes, one could later find.
by Kenneth KochThe blossoming cherry trees were quarreling. She thought this when
she was htty yards away and when she was closer, right in amongst
them, she imagined she heard them. One tree said to another: I ...