Sunsets (from ‘Gold in Azure’)
Distance — without end. Oats whisper,
And the heart once again waits impatiently
for the same daydreams.
Clouds are hidden
in pale, wine-gold sorrow
and, having created a fringe with her arc of fire,
the red-gold sun set…
And sacred emotion flies again
along the yellow cornfields,
whispering like the oats:
“Soul, submit: the day has ended
in the middle of a golden feast.
And on the fields of foggy bygone days
a shadow is cast.
The tired world falls into peaceful sleep,
nobody will long await the spring.
And you, do not wait either.
There is nothing… And there will be nothing…
And you will die…
The world will disappear, and God will forget it.
Why do you wait?”
Clouds are hidden
In the mirror-like flame-radiant distance
and, having created a fringe with her arc of fire
the enormous sphere, bowing, burns above the cornfield
A shadow is cast. Oats rustle,
I was walking home bent and tired,
my head down.
I discerned a far-off, cherished call
from the back of time.
I heard: “Your sorrow is passing by,
whirling away like a dream.”
I looked into the distance — a web
of gold and radiant threads was stretched
in the azure-blue
“And time rolls up like a scroll…
And everything — is asleep…
For clear, pure tears, for spiritual happiness,
for everyday life,
my fallen son, my half-son,
I call you…”
So I stood — happy, meek.
From the clouds of dust
above the distance of cornfields rise a golden
Breaking loose, an ear bows.
The smell of cool evening.
In the distance a fading voice
sadly summons difficult times.
It summons anxiously, indistinctly
to the place where a castle in the sky,
and puffs of gliding cloud
float eastwards above a cornfield.
A sunset striped with crimson
fades in the distance beyond the mountains.
The golden ocean crashes around us
in the drunken radiance.
And the world, burning low, feasts,
and the world glorifies the Father,
and the wind caresses, kisses.
Kisses me endlessly.