earth hill

poem by Christian Morgenstern
translated and recreated by Ruth Salles

Cecília Meireles School student drawing

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simple mound of earth,
how wonderful this little hill
that snuggles up to the good heat
of sunlight, of your love,
while the wind – the restrained wing –
blows the grasses of the ascent.
The air weaves itself in fine colors
of dancing butterflies,
and buzzing is covered
of swift and wild bees.
And rises then, from the hot earth,
a sweet gift aroma.

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