“Woman of June gathers water, gathers moonlight
Woman of July sells cotton
Woman under the August tree washes her ears
I hear in the opposite window
that the woman of September is engaged
her ring like a wet chick in her pocket
Woman of October blows out
the candles of her wedding.
Black doors fall on the grasslands.”
“Chimney smoke up and down
The moon is a white ape digging a well
The moon is a white ape smiling wanly on the river
How many times blood trickles out of the sky
The white ape flows past a bell tower
The moon is a white ape smiling wanly
The moon breaks its own heart.”
“Primitive mother hides from a farmer
She throws his sickle in the field
drowns her baby in the well
and lets the field lie waste
In the lamplight it seems I’ve met her
She jumps into the ocean
and the ocean hangs over the barn
It seems the snow of my hair
and my father’s is burning.”