Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same. br Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose. br Man dies, and the hot sand cools again. br Carried off on a black stretcher, yesterday’s sun goes. br br Oh, honeycombs’ heaviness, nets’ tenderness, br it’s easier to lift a stone than to say your name! br I have one purpose left, a golden purpose, br how, from time’s weight, to free myself again. br br I drink the turbid air like a dark water. br The rose was earth; time, ploughed from underneath. br Woven, the heavy, tender roses, in a slow vortex, br the roses, heaviness and tenderness, in a double-wreath.