I have once seen passing-by

at noon the ravens rush with rusty cries.Their shadows touch the deer’s backand at times they loom in gnarled rest.O how they derange the brown stillness,in the one acre itself entranced,like a woman married to grave premonitions,and at times you can hear them bickerabout a corpse they sniffed-out somewhere,and sharply they bend their flight towards…

Of death, as when the goldDied in the grey cloud.An evening in November.A crowd of needy women stood at the bare gateOf the slaughterhouse;Rotten meat and guts fellInto every basket;Horrible food.The blue dove of the eveningBrought no forgiveness.The dark cry of trumpetsTr a v e l l e d i n t h e golden…

Golden things fall out of storm cloudsInsanity, that seizes the gentle human.The old waters gurgle a blue laughter.And sometimes a dark pit opens.The possessed are reflected in cold metalsDrops of blood fall on glowing platesAnd a countenance decays in black night.Flags, which babble in sinister vaults.Other things remind on the birds’ flightOver the gallows the…

a darkness strays into evening and demise.The blackbird’s feeble complaint is caught.The stifled night appears, a wild bleeding,dirge burrowing deeper into the hillside.Flowering apple-branches sway in the damp air.Tangles unhinge their silver,death rattles over the night’s fluttering eyes, clatter of stars,the whispered song from the cradle.Down to the blackened woods the sleeper, arisen, descended,and the…

Moths flicker, intoxicated and crazy.Ax blows resound in the floodplain.My mouth bites into red berriesAnd light and shadows sway in the foliage.For hours golden dust fallsCrackling in the brown ground.The thrush laughs from the bushesAnd frolicking and loudly the autumnal leaf-tangleStrikes together above me –Fruits detach bright and heavy.

In the distance flags probably gleam and wave,However, brother, let us be alone –And rest looking at heaven,Softly and wholly prepared in the heart,And oblivious to past deed.My brother, see, the world is wide!Outdoors the wind plays with clouds,They come like us, from somewhere.Let us be like the flowers are,So poor, my brother, so beautiful…