The Comprehensible world with his springtime, comprehensible People with their holiday (my window Shines, either as beside all), comprehensible death My tulips (in them she will enter, Hardly their cut although on table Blood to ripen, openning Toward ruins that today in night Their stalk has drunk, their petal coal, their sheet dog-leg),- But why singed stamens Else to raise the cloud a love And black dust to deaths embrace dry pestle,- but whence song?

PS thank you.... then that you there is.....