1.
In the afternoon music hums in the woods .
Serious scarecrows rotate in the corn.
Placidly elder bushes are blown over along the way;
A house flickers away fantastical and vague.
In gold a scent of thyme floats,
A humorous number stands on a stone.
In a meadow children play ball,
Then a tree begins to circle before you.
You dream: the sister combs her blond hair,
Also a far-away friend writes you a letter.
Yellowed and askew a shed flees through grayness
And sometimes you float lightly and wonderfully.
2.
Time trickles away. O sweet Helios!
O image sweet and clear in the toad pool;
In sand an Eden sinks wonderfully.
A bush cradles yellowhammers in its lap.
A brother of yours dies in an execrated land
And steely your eyes behold yourself.
There in gold a scent of thyme.
A boy sets a fire in the hamlet.
The lovers with butterflies glow anew
And swing cheerfully around stone and number.
Crows flutter up around a nauseous meal
And your forehead roars through the soft green.
In the thorn bush a deer gently dies.
A happy day of childhood glides after you.
The gray wind, flighty and vague,
Swills decayed scents through the dusk.
3.
An old lullaby makes you very anxious.
By the wayside a woman piously suckles her child.
Sleepwalking you hear her fountain well up.
A sound of consecration falls from the apple boughs.
And bread and wine are sweet from hard labor.
Silverly your hand fumbles for fruit.
The dead Rachel goes through farmland.
With peaceful gestures the green beckons.
Blessed also are the flowering wombs of poor maids,
Who stand dreaming there by the old fountain.
The lonely ones go gladly along silent paths
Among God’s creatures without sin.