Symphony of Spring in the Marches

Over the slope
with dancing steps
comes Thallo;
her left hand holding
wild thyme and scilla;
in her right hand,
coming into bud,
an almond branch.

She skims it
o´er the brook´s thin ice
and out bubbles its spring;
she stretches it
towards the bare- leafed wood
and the birds awake;
she swings it
into the blue March air:
now sing out, rejoicing,
jubilant fiddles.

Deep within they resound
in the close chambers of the heart,
many thousand times
re - echoing around.


( Englische Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)