Sunset at Merry Mount 9/22/22
O boundless, boundless evening.
Soon the glow of long hills on the skyline will be gone,
Like clear dream country now, rich-hued by sun.
O boundless evening where the cornfields throw
The scattered daylight back in an aureole.
Swallows high up are singing, very small.
On every meadow glitters their swift flight,
In woods of rushes and where tall masts stand in brilliant bays.
Yet in ravines beyond
Between the hills already nests the night.
English Translation Christopher Middleton (b. 1926)
Original German Text by Georg Heym
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