‘Listen:

How quiet everything is and how smoothly it sleeps.

The walls are clear, the floor shines,

And painted on the window pane,

The sky, a green field, two trees.

Close your eyes and sleep in the depths

Of everything that has never blossomed.

Don't touch anything, don't look, don't remember.

Any step

Causes the heated furniture to crackle

By so many long, useless days of sunshine.

Don't remember, don't wait,

You're not inside a fruit:

Here time and the sun ripen nothing. ’

Sophia M. Breyner Anderson

‘Listen:

How quiet everything is and how smoothly it sleeps.

The walls are clear, the floor shines,

And painted on the window pane,

The sky, a green field, two trees.

Close your eyes and sleep in the depths

Of everything that has never blossomed.

Don't touch anything, don't look, don't remember.

Any step

Causes the heated furniture to crackle

By so many long, useless days of sunshine.

Don't remember, don't wait,

You're not inside a fruit:

Here time and the sun ripen nothing. ’

Sophia M. Breyner Anderson

‘Listen:
How quiet everything is and how smoothly it sleeps.
The walls are clear, the floor shines,
And painted on the window pane,
The sky, a green field, two trees.
Close your eyes and sleep in the depths
Of everything that has never blossomed.

Don't touch anything, don't look, don't remember.
Any step
Causes the heated furniture to crackle
By so many long, useless days of sunshine.

Don't remember, don't wait,
You're not inside a fruit:
Here time and the sun ripen nothing. ’

Sophia M. Breyner Anderson

‘Listen:

How quiet everything is and how smoothly it sleeps.

The walls are clear, the floor shines,

And painted on the window pane,

The sky, a green field, two trees.

Close your eyes and sleep in the depths

Of everything that has never blossomed.

Don't touch anything, don't look, don't remember.

Any step

Causes the heated furniture to crackle

By so many long, useless days of sunshine.

Don't remember, don't wait,

You're not inside a fruit:

Here time and the sun ripen nothing. ’

Sophia M. Breyner Anderson

‘Listen:
How quiet everything is and how smoothly it sleeps.
The walls are clear, the floor shines,
And painted on the window pane,
The sky, a green field, two trees.
Close your eyes and sleep in the depths
Of everything that has never blossomed.

Don't touch anything, don't look, don't remember.
Any step
Causes the heated furniture to crackle
By so many long, useless days of sunshine.

Don't remember, don't wait,
You're not inside a fruit:
Here time and the sun ripen nothing. ’

Sophia M. Breyner Anderson