Spring, spring! Such azure blue,
such translucence all around!
Bloombuds move through the gardens
with goldenvoyance in the sky.
Spring, spring! What dash is there
on the wings of the breeze?.
floating-dissolving in the heights,
that’s cloud-cloudy river.
The foam froth-makers roar above;
and, on its back, the river
majestically carries forward
its playful, thawing bits.
The deep blue forest hasn’t yet turned green,
but the sprouting flowers
have already lifted and separated
last year’s decaying leaves.
And there in the high depth,
where the clear skytone sinks,
a mother-of-pearl lark entones:
cloud-cloudy spring!
1921