OPAL

Don’t touch an opal.

Just look in awe upon it:

it is a tear,

shed by the angel,

when he knew

that he had not committed even one

of many splendid mortal sins.

SUMMER

A red butterfly

is flying in the silken air

and – poppy after poppy – lights the poppies.

When the field is all aflame

It’s frightened; and it flies

and hides in the sun’s dark heart.

ASTRONAUT

Луната е кръгла като колело.

Защо няма две луни –

 

да си направя колело

и да замина някъде далеч, далеч,

 

където

 

ще има само една луна?