O greenhouse in the middle of the forests!
And your doors forever sealed!
And all that there is under your dome!
And in my soul, in your analogies!

The thoughts of a hungry princess,
The boredom of a sailor in the desert,
A blaring, metallic1 music at the windows of the incurably ill.
Go to the coolest2 corners!
One would say a woman who disappeared one harvest day,
There are horse drivers in the courtyard of the hospital.
In the distance passes a deer hunter who has become a nurse

Examine it in the moonlight. 
Oh, nothing is in its right place.
One would say a crazy woman before judges,
A warship under full sail on a canal
Some night birds on some lilies
The tolling of a bell toward noontime
(there under the glass bells!)
A halting of sick people in the plain
The odor of ether one sunny day

My God, My God! When will we have rain
And snow and wind inside the hothouse!