
Crisp autumn morning:
city under construction—
all cranes hail the sun.

Crisp autumn morning:
city under construction—
all cranes hail the sun.

Wind scattering clouds,
like dancing stick figurines—
bony-limbed old tree.

A prolonged labour—
then gloriously crowning,
sun rises; rejoice!

Eye of the tower
glowing with Cyclops power—
marvel of the sun.