THE STARLING'S HIGH UP

The starling's high up,
She shimmers, she peers, she beckons.
Above the fearsome forest
She has risen.
The black fearsome forest,
The forest stands.
And speaks: - Into my dark sign,
My dark sign don't you step!
From inside me there's no way back -
Understand!

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After the star a weirdo was chasing,
Chasing after...
Where was it that he caught her?
Neither cracked
Nor caught her -
And was happy -
He was lost and for her, for her!

(From the book "Heavenly Baby Camels", 1914)

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Wind, wind, fly by, fly by, 
Come on, 
This screwball come rescue!
This boat I ran,
Ran aground,
Ran this stern,
Brambled
Thicket, thicket,
Spread out!
This little boat
I ran, I ran...
May he go to!

(From the book "Heavenly Baby Camels", 1914)

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The sea, smooth and shimmery.
Swallows soar,
Becomes tenderly rosy,
Moistens the thin harbor rope,
Swims the fisherie,
Flyastray, flyastray,
Tiny seacliff!

What is this tiny seacliff? It's nothing at all, just a thing I came up with with. It's something quite cute, a tiny seacliff! Tiny seacliff! It ought to be something in the middle between a little boat and a little swallow!..

(From the book "Heavenly Baby Camels", 1914)


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Sailed out to the inebriate sea
Bravechested ships.
Sailed out, well-fed by
A tender caprice of Spring.
Eh! Erema that lazybones, lazybones
Lounged both his sides away,
Fresh is the wind, boring at home,
Sky - tender gap for the air to stray.

Now, little boat, you sway and sway,
Beside the sandy line,
Behind you joyful tiny snakes,
Bloom out refracted lights.
Bloom out with wonder and with gold,
And with a line of ringing red.
You frisk in my place, wee boat,
The bum is being ordered home.

(From "Heavenly Baby-Camels", 1914)


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LUNAR

Above the roofs an empty crescent roamed,
So lonely the chimneys seemed..
How graciously the fool protruded
Up to the crescent his lips.
The crescent we saw wear a hubcap once
And how, oh, how we then laughed! 
"The fool, the fool is adorned with bells!"
.......
Time went - while the minutes remained.
The fool, the fool is adorned with bells...
And how they were overflowing!
Up on the attic the crescent glowed
While the cats were getting worried.
Someone roamed without end, roamed endless, 
Danced and into windows glanced,
And from there back at him winked
Emptiness...
Ha, ha, ha - laughed the glass of windows...
One could spend the night on the roof,
But in the town square there's also space!

To the billboard the street lamp smiles,
And to the cabby's horse.


- From the collection ''Wheel-fiddle'', 1909