How the seasons in the clouds are like marriage.
The evening breeze is festive, constellation
Like the stars in a kaleidoscope melting.
In amazing image order.
How like marriage, how like a passer-by.
Alchemy through the healing atmosphere
We spin with hounds and thin birds tied to us.
As if air were a magician, it could turn birds.
The bird was pulled out of the sleeve of the cloud and landed.
To the warm grass knocked out of the pit by a sleeping smile.
At that time, the sun traveled long distances.
Greet all tired eyes.
Still never tired, the air becomes young.
Like a red light in a pine gallery.
Our flat scenery was wrinkled by light.
It's like a folded photo.
Will have the idea of research.
How like a marriage, how like a navigator.
It was in this cloudy season that we met.
There is no fear of altitude, white harbor and hills.
Soft green, these movements of the sun.
James Merrill
How the cloudy season is like a marriage.
The wind at night is festive, constellation.
Just like the stars in a kaleidoscope dissolve
Meet in amazing image order.
How like a wedding, how like a traveler.
By alchemy to heal the atmosphere.
We spin with hounds and skinny birds on leashes.
As if the air were pulled by a magician.
Birds fly out of the cloud sleeves and fall.
On the warm grass, I fell asleep with a smile.
The long journey of sunshine at the moment
Salute to all tired stares.
Stay the same, the air becomes young.
Like the red light in the pine corridor.
Our place is wrinkled by the light.
Like a painting that people may have folded up and put away.
I don't want to study until now.
How much like marriage, how much like a navigator.
We came to this cloudy season.
Magnificent views of altitude, white harbor and hills.
Soft and green, these behaviors of the sun.