God's World

Thin as hair are the shadows of sunset

When they follow drawn-out every tree.

On the road through the forest the post-girl

Hands a parcel and letters to me.

By the trail of the cats and the foxes,

By the foxes' and by the cats' trail,

I return with a bundle of letters

To the house where my joy will prevail.

Countries, continents, isthmuses, frontiers,

Lakes and mountains, discussions and news,

Children, grown-ups, old folk, adolescents,

Appreciations, reports and reviews.

0 respected and masculine letters!

All of you, none excepted, have brought

A display of intelligent logic

Underneath a dry statement of thought.

Precious, treasured epistles of women!

Why, I also fell down from a cloud.

And eternally now and for ever

To be yours I have solemnly vowed.

Well and you, stamp-collectors, if even

Only one fleeting moment you had

Among us, what a marvellous present

You would find in my sorrowful stead!