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Reaching Evening, Touching Night


The breath of the unmoved. An animal face
Grows stiff in blueness, its holiness.
Enormous is the silence in stone;
The mask of a nocturnal bird. The soft triad
Fades into one sound. Elai! your countenance
Bends speechless over bluish waters.
O! you still mirrors of truth.
On the ivory temple of the lonely one
The reflection of fallen angels appears.


O the red evening hours!
Glimmering by the open window
Vine leaves sway woozily curled in the blue,
Inside specters of fear nestle.

Dust dances in the stench of the gutters.
Rattling the wind knocks at the panes.
A herd of wild horses
Thunderbolts drive garish clouds.

Loudly the pond-mirror bursts.
Gulls cry near the window frames.
A fiery horseman gallops from the hill
And smashes to flames in the firs.

The sick screech in the hospital.
Bluish the night's plumage whirs.
Glistening all at once rain
Roars down upon the roofs.