[Those days were beautiful.] But how sad the dusk that followed. – Friedrich Hölderlin
I used to be a boy and my kingdom was day.
The world arrived to me in lighting bolts:
murmuring and the military footsteps
of my father going up the stairs.
In my room, I cared for a wolf and a lamb
and an odour of camphor
arose until the evenings became smoke.
Those were lovely days.
Rows as well, and doors, and barks.
Even so I was a boy and on the table
my glass of milk glowed like a candle.
Suddenly night fell across my brow
and there I was, a man, barefoot, mid-path.