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I am going to be blunt: I know next to nothing of this poet’s life, and I picked up her collected poems by mistake. Yet, there is no English poet except for Heart Crane – sorry, Mr C – that I have read lately that has in such a manner fascinated me. So, here I go, sharing two of her best lyrical oustings.


Summer Storm

The panther wind
Leaps out of the night,
The snake of lightning
Is twisting and white,
The lion of thunder
Roars — and we
Sit still and content
Under a tree —
We have met fate together
And love and pain,
Why should we fear
The wrath of the rain!

And then, another, more famous one, more suited to a common summer’s gazing hot nights:

Indian Summer

Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maples
The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence,
Under a moon waning and warn and broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember you, soon the winter will be on us,
Snow-hushed and heartless.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction
While I gaze, oh fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.

Poems via Poemhunter. Be good and buy the printed edition, though. It’s worth it.

And, why, yes, that’s an actual picture of from my window, during Bavaria’s first category III storm in the 21st century; just a few weeks ago. Gripping, to say the least.