Spring dusks bluish: under sucking trees

A dark shape wanders into evening and decline,

Listening to the blackbird’s soft lament.

Silently the night appears, a bleeding deer,

That slowly sinks down at the hill.

In moist air blossoming apple branches sway,

Labyrinthine shapes loosen silverly,

Dying away from nocturnal eyes; falling stars;

Soft song of childhood.

Appearing more the sleeper descended the black forest,

And a blue spring murmured from the ground,

So that the other one quietly lifted pale eyelids

Over his snowy countenance;

And the moon chased a red animal

From its cave;

And in sighs the dark lament of women died.

More radiant, the white stranger lifted the hands

Toward his star;

Silently a dead shape leaves the decayed house.

O the putrefied figure of man: formed from cold metals,

Night and terror of sunken forests

And the singeing wilderness of the animal;

Wind lull of the soul.

In a blackish boat the other one rode down shimmering rivers,

Filled with purple stars, and the greening branches

Sank peacefully over him,

Poppy from silver clouds.