6
Out of the hills the trees bulge;
the sky hangs in lumps of cloud.

7
All night the wind blew.
In the morning the deck-hands
were running around to warm up.
The boat rose and fell
on the little waves.
Now and then it hit
a chopping wave.
The wind blew the white caps of the water
into spray.
Far off the wild geese
were flying over the lake.

The lake was ridged with waves,
rolling between the shores.
The northern shore was cliff,
barren of houses or trees;
on the flat southern shore
towns spread out like patches.

There was no rest from the wind:
it blew steadily colder.
The deck-hands ran about,
beating their arms over their breasts.
The wild geese far away
were flying south in clouds.

8
With broad bosom and hips, her head thrown back,
she parades, her high heels clacking.
having conquered troublesome youth and not yet afraid of age.

9
Head bowed beneath her black turban, she glances up at her daughter
who eyes in the mirror herself, yellow hair and beautiful face.