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Hilde Domin

Autumn Eyes

Press yourself close

 to the ground.

The earth

 still smells of summer

 and your body

 still smells of love.

But the grass 

 is already yellowed above you.

 The wind is cold

 and full of thistledown.

And the dream which waylays you

 shadow-footed

 your dream

 has autumn eyes.

On the Other Side of the Moon

On the other side of the moon

 your real days 

 go

 shrouded in golden clothes

 they live 

 as you would

 in the light

 banished from here

 chased away

 they wander there

 you know they are yours.

But you welcome

 morning after morning 

 their deputies:

 stranger

 than any strange land.

 You know

 yours

 are wandering in the light

 day after day 

 they go alongside you

 only on the other side of the moon.