At the construction site, a heap of bricks
The color of roses
And still hot as hands in fever,
Lay among children playing in the daytime.
In the evenings there,
Girls met their lovers.
One of them lived across the street.
And as darkness approached, following her
Was my curious need.
Even though she would sometimes Turn on the sidewalks and stick her tongue
Out at me, I could not leave her out of my sight.
My comrade told me all about
This older sister.
We hid in warm corners
Confiding in each other's secrets.
That was intoxicating. And once I had a whole wreath of fragrant berries, Coveted much more than delicious honey
In cups with dusty covers
And which made you even dizzier
Than the liquid in the little skull-labeled Bottle decorated with the word "poison" That I always carried in my pocket.
But I am singing about a nonexistent bird. I've got to smile. Hush, place your ear to the door And pay attention: Love is lurking behind the door. ...
Seifert, Jaroslav - Casting of Bells (Spirit That Moves Us, 1984)
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