Photographs economize the truth; they are always moments more or less illusorily abducted from time’s continuum-
Lamp sits before us with warm bread
That brightens up a dark inner palate
And its yellow light colors the dance-
A girl dance swirls in yellow moment.
The camera tries to catch a liquid girl
In the lamp-lit pearl- drop under leaf
Night sheds in the winter of our time,
Leaf slowly falling its yellow moment.