5
In a strange street, among strangers,
I looked about: above the houses
you were there, sole companion many a night—
the moon.

6
From my window I could not see the moon,
and yet it was shining:

the yard among the houses—
snow upon it,
an oblong in the darkness.

7
In the dark woods
the dark birds fly:
do you
with your single star, new moon,
come to light this darkness?