Poems that are not songs

To sort the poems in alphabethical order I consider senseless. Chronological sorting is also impossible because Katy almost never fixes the dates of composition. Of what use are our years, days to her, the seed of immortal elves? Pseudorandom criteria were always out of my trust. The one always possible solution is, of course, to turn on my "Elfical HyperDivination Machine" for choosing the poem that you need the most at the moment given.

The next most loyal, and also deeply right method of sorting Katy's works I'd consider the sorting by seasons of the year.

But just one thing: there's no use to make from this set any conclusions about the climate prevailing in our lands or about temperament of Katy or mine. Haven't you read: "Don't ask for an answer from elf and from wind"?

	* * * Sometimes I want to make the world World broken down in ruins I am timeless, I'm untied	* * * We all are little tyrants in the morning In attic you o'erhang the whole creation I celebrate the St.Valpurgius Night World broken down in ruins
* * * Here those who goes to study in the morning Filling up empty spaces Here is the square before the ramping bridge You didn't call me again We're gonna dance and weave our arms together St. Patric was a drunkard, as we have it		* * * How leaves are falling off from golden sun! Rain falls down day and night and day and further In coffee-house, after the sleepless night When you are riding a narrow path
* * * Epigraph to the session on 30.01.97 I miss absinth so much when winter comes Now winter's gone.Most like Afghanese turqouise	* * * I want my sausage now

• World broken down in ruins
• I am timeless, I'm untied
• Sometimes I want to make the world