I know not why nor whence you come, My poems. Only this I know. You fall like petals failing down Upon the dustbins of a town. You fall like flakes of doubtful snow. Like fairy flutes your musics flow. You thunder like a madman's drum.
You falter on my worthless lips.
You give me grapes to press for wine.
Unasked, you bring me balm and spice,
You lead me into fields of kine,
With tinted dreams and anodyne.
You freeze my flesh with flames of ice.
You scorch my shrieking soul with whips.