Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Lowest Country

ellen –, not was it my intention –


ellen, today I will come

to pick you –

lay something on the deep wounds

today –, just today –

I shall pick you –

you shall

we’ll go and eat under the trees –

I do not know where –,

bread – cheese – wine –

I shall play for you –

I shall call forth one of the great babblers

out of the blue twilight –

ellen –!

an ecstasy I’ll give you –,

and when you awake,

(oh, you’ll never wake)

little creeks with young trees shall flow

over the deep wounds –

an ecstasy I’ll give you,

so that you’ll never find your way back –