We present this work in honor of the poet’s 250th birthday.

 

So she wanders in the eternally same circle,
The time, in its old way,
Deaf and blind on their way.
The impartial human child
Always expecting from the next moment
An unexpected strange new happiness.
The sun goes and returns
Comes the moon and the night falls,
The hours guide the weeks down
The weeks bring the seasons.
From the outside nothing ever again.