The Waves marry clandestine
On the green banks of the overflowing
Overwhelming Nature;
I try to combine
In the midst of the scrupulousness of tuberculosis
that stains with color the pale handkerchief of my Existence
Happiness with Blood;
But O those flushed flowers are in full bud again
And I find fishes unwinking once more
No!I feel ,I feel the disturbing distance
Between this vaulted grave and that Vaulted Sky.