Narcissus

Poor Narcissus Your dim fragrance And the dim heart of the river

I want to stay at your edge Flower of love Poor Narcissus

Ripples and sleeping fish Cross your white eyes Songbirds and butterflies Japanese mine

I so tall beside you Flower of love Poor Narcissus

How wide-awake the frogs are They won't stay out of the surface In which your madness and my madness Mirrors itself

Poor Narcissus My sorrow Self of my sorrow.