How good, in the freshness of fall,
To let the wind shake the soul's apple tree
And to watch the plough of the sun
Cut through water above the river.
How good to strike out of one's body
A nail that turns songs red-hot,
To put on festive white clothes
And to wait for a guest to knock on the door.
I am learning, I am learning in my heart
To shield the color of cherry trees in my eyes.
Only austerity lets feelings survive
When the ribcage threatens to crack open.
Wordless, the belfry of stars is booming,
Every leaf is a candle for the dawn.
I won't let anyone in my room.
I won't let anyone through the door.