From two cupped hands, you take the warmth away,

round thing, releasing it in free, high flight

as if it were your own. What cannot stay

in things because unburdened and too light —

too small as thing, yet thing enough that all

the far arrays will never let it glide

suddenly into us, unseen inside —

has slipped inside of you. Between your fall

and flight still undecided, you, in rising —

as if you'd brought that throw aloft with you —

capture and set it free in realizing

an arc. Then pausing high up in the blue,

as if to make a dance of your devising,

you show the players a sudden new location.

Then, waited for; that thing that each demands;

swift, artless, plain, and wholly nature;

you fall into their cup of upraised hands.

Das Kind

Unwillkürlich sehn sie seinem Spiel

lange zu; zuweilen tritt das runde

seiende Gesicht aus dem Profil,

klar und ganz wie eine volle Stunde,

welche anhebt und zu Ende schlägt.

Doch die Andern zahlen nicht die Schläge,

trüb von Mühsal und vom Leben träge;

und sie merken gar nicht, wie es trägt —,

wie es alles trägt, auch dann, noch immer,

wenn es müde in dem kleinen Kleid

neben ihnen wie im Wartezimmer

sitzt und warten will auf seine Zeit.