You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand.
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
In ordinary places.

the spring moon

the holy mountain

sister of a stone

As I walked in the darkening garden, the hyacinth stillness of the night embraced me…
Speechless I lay beneath the old willows and the blue sky arched high above me, full of stars; and as I died towards it, fear and the deepest pain died within me.

signs so strange and plain

Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde
aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit…