From the silvery ashes of the
worn-out poetry...

All those who are asleep now
not dead for good...

Behold the sturdy, steely blade;
so brightly it dazzles in the rays...

Out of the 'Visage-cave'
buzz out a swarm of words...

I stole the whole sun
to implant in your heart...

Sad at the very pathetic plight!
just in morning comes twilight...

Weak stomach
Wants more food...

An awful fear has clutched
My growing-up will...

I said to her "Today is 'the day'; tomorrow...
She still preferred any other day to that very...

O nymph, my eyes see you across there.
Your lustful charm has sent a tremor...

You may hail
my free verse...

Grow up
grow up fast...