A shadow on the wall
boughs stirred by the noonday wind
that’s enough earth
and for the eye
enough celestial participation.
How much further do you want to go? Refuse
the bossy insistence
of new impressions—
lie there still,
behold your own fields,
on the poppies,
because they transported the summer—
where did it go?
Image above and on the front-page mastheads: "By The Lily Pond" by Ruth Councell.
Words above: "A Shadow on the Wall" By Gottfried Benn.
Translated from the German by Michael Hofmann.