Eliza Segiet writes

Wine Gates

I closed the house that whispered silence,

through the wine gates I went

to listen to the sea.

It sang:

Sway with me,

listen to me

and understand the world.

Nestled

in the music of life

I enjoy

the moment.

My thoughtful phantasmagories

are always behind the wine gates

of paradise.

Of my paradise.

--tr. Artur Komoter

 

 Gate to Paradise --Wilhelm Bernatzik