"Thoughts Occasioned By a Student's Paper I Was Correcting and the Chinese Translations of Rexroth"

1.
Egyptian Cinderella.
Not like the American
Cinderella. Hawks took her

Shoes as she was gathering
Reeds. And it was morning, not
Midnight. Which is it here? Reeds

I gathered, have disappeared;
What i wrote has disappeared,
And i never saw the hawks.

2.
Five hours' sleep. The purple
Speckled carpet holds its peace.
Out the window, it is still
As gray as when we drove off;
My tea cools in the old cup
I carry to work. I read
A little more in my book
Then lay it aside to dream
Among soft voices. Someone
Laughs. Dying happens elsewhere.