View Along the Way

The fiery arms of the sun wild yellow flower the buzzing of the honeybee the smell of hive wax tall willows that do not weep and white poplar white poplar as far as the eye can see: big bales of straw the end of the reaping – the wheat to come – thick tall alfalfa that without plowing took root in the soil the green soil as far as the eye can see green and violet green and yellow silver a blurred border the blurred border of the mingling of soil and air on the line of the horizon and the horizon into the far distance and the horizon: the pleasure of joining of giving and of having having another in one's arms: a magical lying-together of night and day without dark "private" domains without separation without the weight of a stone lodged in the throat without bitter weeping at night without being cast out without loneliness... Ah! happy plain...