The age is rocking the wave
with human grief
to a golden beat, and an adder
is breathing in time with it in the grass.


'The Age' (1923) (translated by C. M. Bowra)


The age is rocking the wave with human grief to a golden beat, and an adder is breathing in time with it in the grass.

The age is rocking the wave with human grief to a golden beat, and an adder is breathing in time with it in the grass.

The age is rocking the wave with human grief to a golden beat, and an adder is breathing in time with it in the grass.

The age is rocking the wave with human grief to a golden beat, and an adder is breathing in time with it in the grass.