“Der Gewitterabend”
O the red evening hours!
A glimmering falters past the open window.
Grape leaves loop woozily through the blue gloom,
Worried ghosts nestling inside them.
Dust dances in the stinking gutters.
The wind rattles the windowpanes.
A stampede of thunderbolts drives
Before it the dazzling clouds.
With a crash, the glassy pond shatters.
A colony of seagulls clamors by the window frames.
A fiery dragon springs from the hills
And explodes into flames in the pines.
In the hospital, the suffering shriek.
The night’s bluish plumage buzzes.
The rain, glittering, thunders down
Upon the roofs.
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-17/v17/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 17), Summer 2014