Sol 5.6

  1. A stream of tears poured from the rainclouds’ eyes,

    while a dove sang from the treetops.

  2. So pluck delight in the garden of desires,

    amid sweet basil and wine for the morning draught,

  3. beneath a sky that sprinkled the earth’s cheek

    with tears it let fall, leaving it glistening wet.

  4. The lightning across its far reaches seemed

    a jet of naphtha fired by the rainbow.

Sol 5.6