We planted apple trees
stayed awake for thousand full moons
No longer am I breathing a hole into the frozen
window
Knock on the lonely door
After the frosts
That soft arch of her smile
Like an island in a fog I swim to it
In the photograph a woman and her bike
Out of fashion hats
Fiancées
I see everything, everything
Beautiful death
leaves are plated with ice
Golden rain on top of my head
Do I understand already what it teaches
I knew how to start
Do I know how to stop
I didn't realize then how everything perishes
didn't realize everything turning to an end
I no longer knock on the lonely door
After the frosts
Moving amongst the leaves
closing the cellar doors
seeing off the birds with thoughts
thinking about everything beautiful
in their long journey
And I see everything, everything