Sonja
Evening returns to old garden;
Sonja's life blue silence.
Wild bird migration trips:
Bare tree in autumn and stillness.
sunflower, gently inclined;
About Sonya's white life.
wound, rote, never shown
Lets live in dark rooms.
Where the blue bells ring;
Sonja's step and gentle silence.
Dying animal greets slipping away,
Bare tree in autumn and stillness.
Sun of old days shines
About Sonja's white eyebrows,
snow, who wets her cheeks,
And the wildness of her brows.
(Sebastian in a dream, 1915, posthumously published poems)
Mjs