Moths flicker, intoxicated and crazy.
Ax blows resound in the floodplain.
My mouth bites into red berries
And light and shadows sway in the foliage.
For hours golden dust falls
Crackling in the brown ground.
The thrush laughs from the bushes
And frolicking and loudly the autumnal leaf-tangle
Strikes together above me –
Fruits detach bright and heavy.
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An old path goes along
Thousand-year-old yews shudderIn the rising falling chant of the wind.The moths dance as if they would die soon,My glance drinks weeping the shadows and lights.Far away women’s faces floatGhostly painted in the blue.A smile trembles in the sunshine,Meanwhile I slowly stride on;Unending love gives escort.Quietly the hard rock greens.
Toward evening you hear the cry of the bats.
The red maple rustles,The walker along the road sees ahead the smalltavern.Nuts and young wine taste delicious,Delicious: to stagger drunk into the darkening woods.Village bells, painful to hear, echo through the blackfir branches,Dew forms on the face.
Towards Evening, My Heart
Two horses lope in the meadow.The red maple shivers.To the wanderer, a small tavern appears in the distance.It is good to taste young wine and nuts.It is good: to lurch, drunken, into the dawning woods.Tolling, through the black tangle, the dolorous bells.Dew drops on the face.Translated by Eric Plattner………………………………………………………………Zu Abend mein HerzAm Abend hört man…
Under the trimmed willows, where brown children
And leaves tumbling, the trumpets blow. A quakingof cemeteries.Banners of scarlet rattle through a sadness of mapletrees,Riders along rye-fields, empty mills.Or shepherds sing during the night, and stags stepdelicatelyInto the circle of their fire, the grove’s sorrowimmensely old,Dancing, they loom up from one black wall;Banners of scarlet, laughter, insanity, trumpets
An eternal light glows dark-red,
Hail, o Mary!Your pale effigy has blossomedAnd your mantled body glows,O woman, Mary!In sweet tortures your lap burns,Then your eye smiles painfully and largely,O mother, Mary!
Oh, the great city’s madness when at nightfall
The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask;Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night.Oh, the sunken pealing of evening bells.Whore who in her icy shivers sheds a still-born child.With raving whips God’s fury punishes brows possessed.Purple pestilence, hunger that breaks green eyes.Oh, the horrible laughter of gold.But silent in dark caves a…