(vamana, via ancient ufo dot org)
"97.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,--
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few."
Emily Dickinson
MU'E FINTI LO SASFLO .IJO ZASTI
FA SU'O VOMEI
SE XRULA .E SU'O BIFCE
.E SU'O ZA'I SANJYSNE
.I RI BANZU VA'O LENU
BIFCYCAU
('The act-of-creating a grass-field if-&-only-if there exists/ at-least-one fourfold/ flowering-plant, at-least-one bee,// & at-least-one state-of conscious-dreaming./ The latter suffices under-the-conditions-of beelessness.')
"It's a curse, the writing impulse, if it gets you early, and if it doesn't get you early it isn't a writing impulse." --Howard Jacobson
NA BANLI VAMJI .I
KO’A GOI LE ROZGU
PENDO BE MI CUSKU
DI’E .ITU’E CERNI
JBENA .I LE CTEJAU
MI TOLDAPMA .I XULPRA
.I GLEKYCAI JE NELCI
.I SOLRI GUSNI .IBABO
TOLCITNO VI LE VANCI
.ISENI’INAI CA
ZE’UPU NA MELBYMAU
RULPURDI ZASTI TU’U
.I NA BANLI VAMJI .I
KO’A CUSKU DI’E
.ITU’E KO SISKU CO RINKA
LENU MI STEDU NITCARNA
.I SE’O CA’A FARLU
.I .IA FARLU .I CINMO
CO PAVYSEI .I BAZI
MROBI’O .I CO’A CLIVA
LE RULPURDI TU’U
NA BANLI VAMJI .I TO’U
KO’A CERNI MROBI’O
.I CARMI GUSNI LUNRA
.IJE MI CAPU SENVA
LEDU’U LEKO’A TRAJI
JE LUNBE PRUXYSE’I
RU’I DANSU GA’UVU
LEI DILNU GI’E CISMA
NI’O TI’E ZO’E
KRICI .INI’INAIBO
BA’E MI PACNA GI’A
NA SE CANLU .UOCAI
.I NA BANLI VAMJI .I
KO’A DI’U CUSKU
My good friend the Rose
It’s little enough to win
And my good friend the Rose
This morning said to me
With sunrise I was born
To baptize in its tears
I followed into bloom
Knew joy & love’s delight
In the full rays of the sun
Then twilight made me close
At dusk my time was done
Awhile I was so fair
Among the rest most fair
Of those the garden grew
It’s little enough to win
And my good friend the Rose
This morning said to me
Go question for the cause
That I should hang my head
I feel that I shall fall
I fear that I shall fail
My heart is almost bare
I’ve one foot toward my doom
Already I am less
A day ago we loved
And I will taste its dust
Forevermore & soon
It’s little enough to win
And my good friend the Rose
This morning’s turned to black
The moon so bright reveals
My love in shroud I dreamed
I saw the Rose in bloom
Dazzling & alone
A spirit born to dance
Far above the clouds
And smiling smiling smiling
Let those believe who may
But I must dwell in hope
Without it I’m no more
It’s little enough to win
And my good friend the Rose
The day before had said...
