"As when you were a child and some tremendous hurt Was pulled over your head like a sack- Glints of sunshine through the mesh And the hum of the cherry trees.But it doesn’t help, the great hurt Covers head and torso and knees And though you are able to move sometimes Spring brings no happiness.Yes, shimmering wool cap, pull it down over your face Stare through the mesh. Out on the bay, the rings of water multiply soundlessly Green leaves darken the earth."