Summer Has Passed Poem by Pierre Rausch

And all the fluttering in jasmine bloom
At this my fear was somewhat quieted
Put it where you first begin
Banners of the night
In visions of the dark night
Maybe because you always have appeared
There is a change- and I am poor
Stunned by the world, I reached an age
Summer has passed
Passed at three month
As curious as it is
They're the same
Sweet dreams form a shade
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
I’m all alone in this world, she said
Whose woods these are I think I know
Summer has passed
Passed at three month
Balloon we stole
Garden-party
You stand in the entrance - Sown
- Open immediately the door -
Summer has passed, by the shallow river
They're all the same
At first autumn, stolen part,
First spring, autumn didn't grow,
Black eyes is an occupation
Ash eyes swallow, forbidden lids burst
I marvel how nature could ever find space