The shadow has fallen asleep in the meadow.
Springs sing. Front
winter twilight across
my heart was dreaming. Who could understand
springs, water
secret newborn,
that song hidden from all eyes of the spirit, beyond
sweet melody of souls ...?
Struggling under the weight of the shadows, singing a spring
.
I went to hear her singing, but my heart
understands nothing.
was a burgeoning star on the grass
invisible caste, birth
Word
land for a sex undefiled.
My poplar centenary of the vega
their leaves shaking, trembling leaves were
and twilight and silver stars.
The great summary of a summer sky was the big poplar
.
Mansas
murky shadows and I felt water
songs.
alphabet auroras What has made her dark
words? What
lips pronounce them? What say
to the distant star?
My heart is evil, Lord! Am in my grilled meat inaplacable
the sin. My
inland seas were left without beaches.
Your lighthouse was extinguished. As the lights
my heart ablaze!
But the black secret
night and the secret of water
Are mysteries only to the eye
of human consciousness?
"The fog of mystery no
shakes the tree, the insect and the mountain?
Is the terror of the shadow
not feel the stones and plants?
Does this voice sound just mine? And the chaste
spring does not say anything?
more I feel in the water
something that thrills me ... as an air
that shakes the branches of my soul. Be
tree!
(said a voice in the distance.)
And there was a stream of stars in the sky
spotless. I
inlaid in the centenary
poplar with sadness and longing. What
Dafne
male fleeing fearful shadow of an Apollo and nostalgia
My spirit had been melted with the leaves and it was my blood
sap. In sticky resin
became all the source of my tears.
The heart was with the roots, and my passion
human injuries
making tough meat, leaving me
fleeting. Front
wide winter twilight twisted branches
I enjoy the rhythms
ignored
between icy breeze.
I felt on my arms sweet nest, pet
wings, and I felt a thousand bees
peasant in my fingers buzzing. He
a hive of live
gold in the old bowels!
The landscape and the land is lost, only the sky was
,
and heard the faint sound of the stars and breathing
mountains.
Not able to understand my sweet leaves
the secret of the water?
Will they make my roots into the realms where born and curd?
bowed my branches to the sky waves copied,
dipped the leaves in the crystal blue diamond
singing, and I felt
bubbling springs of human
as I listen.
full flow was the same music and science
ignored.
Lifting my arms giant
against blue
was full of thick fog, dew and light
wilted.
I was very sad plant
love the wings.
To throw to the winds
the white stars. But my heart
roots
sad I murmured
"If you do not understand the sources,
dies and bends and breaks your branches!."
Lord, tear out the floor! Dame
ears that understand the waters! Dame
a voice that his secret love
start to wavespells;
headlamp to light your oil ask words.
"Be nightingale!" Says a lost voice
in the dead away,
and a torrent of hot stars
breast flowed the night guard.
"Spring" 1919.
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