So I wrote poems like this.
Not to you I sighed
No, not a word
We claim together
Any feeling was formed with the hills
It was like trees, unheard and monumental sign
of country peace
But next day stumbling, panting up dark stairs, rushing in room
and door flung wide I knew
Oh empty walls book carcasses, blank chairs all splintered
in my head and cried for you
The next thing is we tried to go under his influence,
I tried to link up this kind of poetry with machinery.
It's manifest at that time the very little poetry was written
about machinery, it was machinery--
it was supposed to be unpoetic.
And so it was rather triumph to be
able to write a poem in fact, one
tried to introduce as many machines into a poem
as one possibly could.