Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Nineteen Poems

- Whistle chiming your song about a golden day –,

complain your clutching pain in Aeolian tones –

The truth whispers humming the melody

in the thicket behind the ditch,

in the darkness of the living room –

- Rejoice, listening wanderer,

over the mercy of the harmony –,

flee, quickly and quietly,

for the gloomy fight of the notes –

Voices and notes answer, wanderer,

sharply your questioning smile –