"Berceuse."
"I am a mummy resting in the forest's blue coffin.
In the continual roar of motor, and rubber,
and asphalt. The things that happened during the day sink.
The lessons are heavier than life.
The wheelbarrow rolled out on its single wheel
and I did my traveling on my spinning cycle.
But now the thoughts have stopped revolving
and the wheelbarrow has wings.
After a long while when space is black an airplane will come.
The passengers will see the city below them glitter
like the gold of the Goths."