Sparrow
Down to the stone fence, amidst
nettles and rubbish of woodstack, there goes a sparrow. Deeper,
deeper, away from sunshine, away from cat.
The sparrow`s wing is broken, she
cannot fly.
Tweet, tweet – the skylarks fly
high in the air. The swallows chirp and fly like arrows,
white-throated and glossy black as they are, up and down, back and
forth, they disappear to the sky and then come out again. The sun
pours out its heavenly light and the evening`s glow:
Tweet, tweet!
Tweet, skylarks, swallows, sun,
sky and air:
Tweet, tweet!
Does your heart also long for
freedom, you outcasted sparrow with a broken wing, down, under the
stone fence?
Tweet!
Does that little heart inside your
grey coat know what desire is?
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