In the egocentric night
The stars gather around
Silent without sound
The nightingales are there
There on the boughs
Their boughs
But stopped
And silent is their song.
Even
The gurgling streamlet
I hear not
Nor the wise owls
On their home boughs
Ruffling feathers:
The Hedgehog moves
Stealthy and all still
And stops
And hears
Then moves again
A little
Then repeats.
The night be sleeping?
No it watches all awake with open eyes
And the wide immense heavens
Scours the night,
Deep night.
For the night, this night
Egocentric be
Even
The gurgling streamlet
I hear not
Nor the wise owls
On their home boughs
Ruffling feathers:
The Hedgehog moves
Stealthy and all still
This night
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