Bokelskere.no

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

If i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright færies

if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream

if we love each (shyly)
other,what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing

lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul

Hell (by most humble me which shall increase)
open thy fire! for i have had some bliss
of one small lady upon earth above;
to whom i cry, remembering her face,
i have never loved you dear as now i love

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom