Summer evening in the marches
Again comes Sommer into th´ evening streaming
From brook to beck, from marsh to wood,
Invading , lively and refreshing
Our each and every sensual mood.
Its warm, pleasant, waves bear along
The smell of water, sand and pines,
And make our pulses beat more strong
To the melody of sweet birds' chimes.
Through nervecords ends it flows and flows
And into the depth of awareness forces
Itself, and for just a second or so
High o´er every hindrance courses.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)