In the green ether suddenly a star flickers
And in the hospital they smell the morning.
The thrush trills crazily hidden in the bush
And cloister bells go dreamlike and far.
A statue towers in the square, lonely and slender
And in the courtyard red flowerbeds dawn.
The air around wooden balconies shakes with sultriness
And flies quietly reel around the stench.
The silver curtain there before the window hides
Entwined limbs, lips, tender breasts.
A hard hammering echoes from the tower scaffold
And the moon decays white in the firmament.
A ghostly dream-chord hovers away
And monks plunge from the church gates
And stride lost in the infinite.
In the sky a bright summit lifts.