I hoisted all my flags on the flagpoles,
I painted the city with my blood's hot colour.
I spread stones on the road that led to anger.
I levelled towers with the back of my hand.
I quartered love into east, west, north and south,
For the leaps from corner to corner.

My first grasshopper, key to my lock.

Fresh as spring sunshine, burgeoning hopes
That carry my joy on the branch.
Inside the light a different light,
Inside the fruit another seed
Empty all my taps, pour my rain
On darkness and fear and the old.

Hello to the torrents that flood down the hill to the plain!

I stand in the middle; days and nights,
Streets and houses, flow past me on both sides.
I am keener than a rust-free anchor, than the sky.
I spin tbe seasons like a top.
In one snap of the fingers I overturned loneliness, erased it.
Fed on my own milk I grow into immortality.

Grass on the earth, and trees, and wet tomorrows.

Translated by. Ruth Christie