37
See, your armor of scales, snake,
has not been good against this jagged rock,
and now you are coiled beside the walk,
pink flesh of your body showing,
and the sharp teeth of your open mouth.

38
Of our visitors—I do not know which I dislike most:
the silent beetles or these noisy flies.

39
What are you doing in our street among the automobiles,
horse?
How are your cousins, the centaur and the unicorn?

40
Rooted among roofs, their smoke among the clouds,
factory chimneys—our cedars of Lebanon.