You were a feast for a lonely heart,
desired like love long past,
like a small stream in the fire of fever,
you thrushes that had given the signal.
(Translated by Ruth Feldman)
- Animal pens
You were a feast for a lonely heart,
desired like love long past,
like a small stream in the fire of fever,
you thrushes that had given the signal.
(Translated by Ruth Feldman)