Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
The yellow shore; all lovely,
All bathed in light.
Let me stand here. And let me pretend I see all this
(I really did see it for a minute when I first stopped)
And not my usual day-dreams here too,
My memories, those images of sensual pleasure.
Trans. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard