O why hello! A bird sits upon the
Ledge. He says to me, “Do not worry, friend,
I am here, let us chat.” So we converse,
The feathery friend and I, and as we
Chat walks by a cat and joins. He come from
The east and leave toward the west. “Goodbye
Our friend,” I and Bird say. He will return
Tomorrow and the next day and again.
O sweet holy grail from which I sip
My bliss. You are but the one thing I find
In this house full of packed up ugly crates.
I have no need of other things but my
Great cup of Christ; never empty from me.
My friends will be gone. God, don’t let this cup
Pass from me. I speak with no one in this
Small, young-peopled, loud spirited, crazed town.