'Asters' By Gottfried Benn Asters—sweltering days old adjura | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

'Asters'

By Gottfried Benn

Asters—sweltering days
old adjuration/curse,
the gods hold the balance
for an uncertain hour.

Once more the golden flocks
of heaven, the light, the trim what is the ancient process
hatching under its dying wings?

Once more the yearned-for,
the intoxication, the rose of you
summer leaned in the doorway
watching the swallows

One more presentiment
where certainty is not hard to come by:
wing tips brush the face of the waters,
swallows sip speed and night.