I came to you thus, as a shell and a child,
could you have known that, when asked, I would have been afraid?
Can I be due myself a rest and a dark and solid sleep?
I violate the air, my cries and please.
I am a flower and the cold is the bees.

Is this of a main stay?
a desire to judge,
the men, the girls,
they say,
Should I pin a pin upon a stick,
or should I be a clock to tick.