IF I WERE ONLY a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would you say
'No' to me if I tried to eat from your dish?
Would you drive me off, saying to me, 'Get away, you naughty little puppy?'
Then go, mother, go! I will never come to you when you call me, and never let you feed me any more.
If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby, mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fly away?
Would you shake your finger at me and say, 'What an ungrateful wretch of a bird! It is gnawing at its chain day and night?'
Then, go, mother, go! I will run away into the woods; I will never let you take me in your arms again.

THOU HAST risen late, my crescent moon,
but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.

IN THE DROWSY dark caves of the mind
dreams build their nest with fragment
dropped from day's caravan.