Translated by Miriam Leberstein (2010)
Did such a summer day really ever happen to me?
Yes, it happened.
Mother sat on the green grass,
in a blue dress,
knitting a sock.
Doves fluttered over our low hanging roof.
Water waited in an earthen jug,
cold and green.
Apples ripened in the orchard
of our unfriendly neighbor.
At the window a golden bee
buzzed and buzzed.
Oh, where is the cloud
on which I was sitting
flapping my joyful knees?
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