Fair women blessed me in my life, -
real, colorful... and yet,
I am waiting for the one to cry
in the last of days above my bed.

I will sip a last dose of the drug

I have stuck to you like a gum,
Like lifeless leaf – to mossy shirt,
I have stuck to you like a son
Who has caught hold of mummy’s skirt.

Like a sock around your fine leg,

On the rocking chair
In the balmy room again
Your legs are swaying bare
And I read Monten.

The fire like a foil
Beams its russet flares
Drawing shadows on the ceiling

SOMEDAY

Someday we’ll both be immortal
and go to the M. way.
The Earth, has sunk in black fog total,
will be free from meaning and from ray.
The poplars frail will go down

STUDY WITH VASE

Some day, like this black vase,
I’m going to break into pieces, Dead.
Throw some flowers and then pass,
No matter is it of love or hate.

Throw me out, torn in pieces,

TO TIBET

I behave too ill, too evil,
I’m not a poet, I’m not a bard!
And it's quite imperative -
For Tibet I must depart!

And after non-stop meditations -