This slope it fled along Poem by Hans Faverey

This slope it fled along



This slope it fled along
scarcely marks the place

to which I was summoned.

Out of the rock comes water,
and the wheel, chastised with whips,
also acts as a whip,
just as the car leaves
the first bend, and rain mercilessly
lashes the lilies of the field.

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