The door is half open,
the lime trees wave sweetly …
On. the table, forgotten—
a whip and a glove.
The lamp casts a yellow circle …
I listen to the rustling.
Why did you go?
I don’t understand …
Tomorrow the morning
will be clear and happy.
This life is beautiful,
heart, be wise;
You are utterly tired,
you beat calmer, duller …
You know, I read
that souls are immortal.