How I remember solstice
Through many winters long completed!
Each unrepeatable, unique,
And each one countless times repeated.
Of all these days, these only days,
When one rejoiced in the
That time had stopped, there grew in
An unforgettable succession.
Each one of them I can evoke.
The year is to midwinter moving,
The roofs are dripping, roads are soaked,
And on the ice the sun is brooding.
Then lovers hastily are
To one another, vague and dreaming,
And in the heat, upon a
The sweating nesting-box is steaming.
And sleepy clock-hands laze
The clockface wearily ascending.
Eternal, endless is the day,
And the embrace is never-ending.
