If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance,
Then you can return and not be afraid.
But if you remember, then turn away forever
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,
There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies,
And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart.
TIRED
If I shall make no poems any more,
There will be rest, at least, so let it be,
Time to look up at golden stars and listen