9
David
The shadow that does not leave my feet,
how shrunken now it lies;
with sunshine I am anointed king,
I leap before the ark, I sing;
I seem to walk but I dance about,
you think me silent but I shout.


10
A Citizen
I know little about bushes and trees,
I have met them in backyards and streets;
I shall become disreputable if I hang about them.
Yet to see them comforts me,
when I think of my life as snarled.
Was not knowledge first on trees?


11
A star rides the twilight now,
all heaven to itself.