("Over the green and yellow...")

Vor. 2

Poetıy "

A Magazine of Verse

JUNE, 1913

POEMS

I

aA VER the green and yellow rice fields sweep

NA À the shadows of the autumn clouds, followed

à ; A) | by the swift-chasing sun.

EN GUN À The bees forget to sip their honey;

DE drunken with the light they foolishly hum

and hover; and the ducks in the sandy riverbank clamour

in joy for mere nothing.

None shall go back home, brothers, this morning, none

shall go to work.

We will take the blue sky by storm and plunder the

space as we run.

Laughters fly floating in the air like foams in the flood.

Brothers, we shall squander our morning in futile

songs.

II

Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my

hand in your hand.