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Here there's no remedy- what am I saying! The same dream, the same flash the silver locusts; the string quivers; it is strong and will not tear out; I strum on that string each returning June; look, it has burst out with fragrance to keep the bees busy! Silver wind, silver dust silver locusts. Don't tell me that somewhere there's a better planet: a locust is a song when it silvers out. |
It flows to your lips and returns to me in praise of the lesser gods the silver locust. Oh, what a murmur exudes from that sacred fragrance! I offer my heart before them as if they were icons. An idea is churning in my head, a clouded star: whether to undress you today and clad you with their blossoms for you are a sister to them, plaintive queen, herbal fragrance, silver smoke, locust of silver. |