Ballad

TWO POEMS

BALLAD

One night the childrea

Discovered an angel asleep in the forest;

He was sparkling,

Next to the blossoming branches of the boxwood-

A fragrance of heaven.

He was slumbering more deeply than the poppies,

His dreams bright

With love and affairs of the heart.

The night was trembling...

And the children tell how they saw then

The sad taper

In the distance of oaks and willows

And there was steel and bronze

In the color.

They are goblins and kobolds from the hut

Who set their table at midnight

And look at the angel

With intentions

Both fervent and greedy. But quickly the children

Pelt him with flowers

And with a delicate murmur

He spreads his wings.