Wild roses in day-long rain!

       And the train has stopped,

with panes streaming

       with dazzling rain-gleam

and the bushes’ wild light

       in the wet and green.

Happily great and straightforward life will be –

Drop that strikes drop,

       Rain upon rain.

The seconds open up

       for a long memory:

Paths on the moors, girls’ voices and the sea.

I taste them on my tongue

       the vanished summers…

Cool, rainful happiness, a kiss of years –

We travel in the war’s restless, distant summer

Suddenly it is still…

       Wild roses in day-long rain,

Panes streaming

       with dazzling rain-gleam

and the bushes’ wild light

       in the wet and green.