Midday
A violent splash
of fire against hard blue,
the midday sun
stands hot in bristling rays.
The bank of
earth’s so powder-grey in hue,
Each insect above
navew hums and sways.
The still day
stretches out both far and high.
Around me
butterflies and midges whirl.
Clear song-notes
trickle from the leaves and sky.
In glassy haze the
far expanses swirl.
--
Down in the glassy
lake with sluggish maw
the fish stands
stiff and dull from mouth to tail.
It snuffed its
snout now on the sudden shore
and sneezed and
flapped down to the deepest dale.
In clearest water
it reposes there,
the bubbles from
its snout rise on a wire,
it stares up at
the glassy surface where
the sun rocks like
a jellyfish on fire.
--
A peasant girl
sits in a ditch and rests –
with short-sleeved
shift and with her brown arms bare.
You glimpse the
topmost cleavage of her breasts –
with glistening
beads and sun and warm flesh there.
It is so fine and
warm near soil and sand.
It is a summer’s
day in Denmark’s land.
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