Son of Williams Haiku

14. Of death,
Old age is
On a wet pavement with white sky recedes
on the hill is cool! Even the dead
Outside

15. "Come!" cried my mind and by her might
contend in a sea which the land partly encloses
Crooked, black tree
Cut the bank for the fill

16. School is over. It is too hot
Sometimes the river
so much depends

17. Sorrow is my own yard

18. Never, even in a dream
No that is not it
Now they are resting
Nude bodies like peeled logs

19. What's that?
When I was younger
When over the flowery, sharp pasture's
When the cataract dries up, my dear
When the snow falls the flakes
When with my mother I was coming down
-- where a heavy
White day, black river
White suffused with red

20. You lean the head forward