I studied mathematics by my will

Poetry was desire,my love fulfilled

One was work in ancient signs thus wrought.

The other, streams of symbols like fish caught.

Permutations of the living word

Will never end though they may be absurd

All the tea in China was enough

To make us high and vanish with a puff.

As gutsy as a hair from whiskered cat

She asked noone for help but handsome rats.

Then feeding them with bacon she found out

What the life of rats is all about

I once had a doctor called Benn

His father and mother kept hens

He went over each week

Inspecting their beaks

Before cycling out to the Fens.

They

The cherry blossom’ s bliss to winter eyes.

When life comes back to earth

where last year died