Part IV Evening Sky
The sky spreads out its poor array
Of tattered flags,
Saffron and rose
Over the weary huddle of housetops
Smoking their evening pipes in silence.
City Lights
The city gleams with lights this evening
Like loud and yawning laughter from red lips.
Fugitive Beauty
As the fish that leaps from the river,
As the dropping of a November leaf at twilight,
As the faint flicker of lightning down the southern sky,
So I saw beauty, far away.