I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
...
As grit swirls in the wind the word spreads.
On pavements approaching the bridge a crowd
Springs up like mushrooms.
They are hushed at first, intently
...
One searches roads receding, endlessly receding, receding.
The other opens all doors with the same key.Simple.
One's quick to wrath, the wronged, the righteous, the wroth
...
They always start with quick and eager strides
--Even the one on crutches--up the hill.
The long-legged and the young soon reach the bend,
Then reappear above the heads of slower
...
Yours
I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.
Without you I'd be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.
Your love is the weather of my being.
What is an island without the sea?