POPLARS WITH RIVER [FRAGMENT]

Facing the gray white hill
At river level, the road
Anxiously perceives poplars
The profile of rain.

Beside the trembling leaves
Someone, never by himself,
Speaks alone to the river
Poplars of wind and poetry?

Gently the river strings out
Its playfulness curve after curve
While in a slight tremor the poplars
Are sketched on the water .