High above the lake a bomber flies.  
  From the rowing boats  
  Children look up, women, an old man. From a distance  
  They appear like young starlings, their beaks  
  Wide open for food.
"This Summer's Sky" [Der Himmel dieses Sommers], (1953), trans. Michael Hamburger in Poems, 1913-1956, p. 444 - Poems, 1913-1956 (1976)























