Last Spring - Poem by Gottfried Benn
Take the forsythias deep within, each leaf,
and when the lilac blossoms on the lawn,
mix it, too, with your blood and joy and grief,
the dark soil that you depend upon.
Sluggish days. All have been gotten through.
And if you do not ask: the start or close,
then perhaps the hours will carry you
as distantly as June's unfolding rose.
- translated from the German by Leo Yankevich
first appeared in 'Trinacria'
Topic(s) of this poem: Spring
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