The Starry NightThe town does not exist

The Starry NightThe town does not exist

except where one black-haired tree slips

.up like a drowned woman into the hot sky

.The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars

Oh starry starry night! This is how

.I want to die

.It moves. They are all alive

Even the moon bulges in its orange irons

.to push children, like a god, from its eye

.The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars

Oh starry starry night! This is how

:I want to die

,into that rushing beast of the night

sucked up by that great dragon, to split

,from my life with no flag

,no belly

.no cry