The Night.... Poem by Reva Kern

The night in the mountain
Watches with solitary eyes
A vulnerable deer
Who guards its fawn -
And as if assuming
A gift of prophecy
In an inspired dream
The uncultivated fields speak

Three poplars stand out
in the landscape
like sharp spectres -
A rooster ranted,
The clock of midnight -
The austere moon
Magnifies things that
Fill the enchanted silence

The blue lake of dreams
That no shadow darkens
Is like the pure conscience
Of the mountain -
Near the smooth water
That ripples with its sigh,
A fair-haired foolish shepherd
Wants to kiss the moon
Sleepwalking in the garden
Hurling a humble song -
The dogs of the convent
Howl to the devils