5)
Walking and Watching
I
Summer Evening
The black sloop at anchor
has a light in the rigging:
the waters of the river
twinkle;
the stars spring up
on the smooth twilight;
row after row,
the street lamps burst into light.

II
The branches,
sloping towards each other,
sway in the wind;
the leaves quiver
in the rain;
flashing when the lightning flashes,
drops of rain
become falling sparks.

III
Desert
The swift river, foaming into waves,
waves bursting into foam,
mile after mile,
under a windless and unclouded sky;
not a beast or a bird,
neither tree nor bush, no weed or grass:
a plain of white sand
on which are scattered
black stones and boulders,
or ledge on ledge
rising in barren cliffs.