--Robert Walser (trans. Daniele Pantano)
In summer we eat green beans,
peaches, cherries and melons.
In every sense nice and long
the days form a sound.
Trains travel through the country,
flags flap merrily on rooftops.
How nice it is in a boat
surrounded by gradual heights.
The high peaks still wear snow,
flowers give fragrance. On the lake
you can spend all your time
singing and being happy.
I don’t know what it is that makes me rich,
you lie in the grass and read a book
and from everywhere you hear
the pointless gnats, buzzing flies.
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