In a pub well after midnight
Two students finally got to the bottom
Of The Seventh Seal

A small speckled woodpecker hopped about outside the window
And because it could not hear me through the glass
It did not fly away when I spoke to it

The watermelon
Had chilled in the stream
And it was good

A young woman in a kimono
Greeted the taxicab
As it arrived at 27th Street

A small boy opened the kitchen door
And announced aloud or in silence
Now it is spring

Nothing remains
All is change and falling away
Thus was it ever and ever shall be