IMAGES IN THE MIDST OF THE CITY
Seventeen Wiepersdorf Variations dedicated to Ute Ludwig
The straight from the sun
on the hand, -
received, like a handful
Wind, light - the birch, excited, seems to seek itself, and finding,
God here Sings humans. (Somewhere He Whispered them.)
As if in a dream the flickering of titmice
the blooming of ears of rye.
There are memories that enter us - like a white, even, pure day - into
we ourselves -
are terrains in motion
and thereby - (by ourselves)
could it be God who shines
(for us and Himself) -
as if speaking
And so I have spent this year without titmice (that - a great sadness,
like a certain glade).
and the forest sings with the voices of the glades
Suddenly - a flicker, a light, noise, -
there, in the clearing, children,
alone - in the entire world, -
they play with God,
they play for God.
but these jasmins
the simplicity of the soul sees - and then
suddenly - as though with some shame
And, while the sun shines,
not far - we suddenly see -
the full moon
like a white cloud.
So now on the glade it is
as though God had only just left.
Oaks - gathered as if for a feast,
and birds sing, like children.
The red dawn as a longing - for a humane (like in the past "among the
people") - almost sung (wordless) togetherness.
but there behind the fence
there is simply - happiness:
Shining of Day -
here too - simply:
calm - soul
and on the hill
the standing of the horse
the Earth upwards
In all of this flowers partook, they were not visible, but it was they
who caused this bliss, this freedom.
And the waves of this river
like the effect of sadness and joy
of a long leave-taking.
These entries were written in Wiepersdorf in March