here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap　　and to your(in my arms flowering so new)　　self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain　　and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to　　a disappearing poet of always,snow　　and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend　　twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and　　let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid　　down with ought with because with every brain　　which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up　　with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)　　here's to one undiscoverable guess　　of whose mad skill each world of blood is made　　(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon【here's to opening and upward查看网站：[db:时间]】