Larenopfer

With the Capuchin Monks

27 WitH tHE cAPucHin MonKS The jovial Prior tempts me with his cloister liquor, well i know the scarlet nectar, strong to raise a corpse with vigour. He fumbles for the little key and finds it where the kerchief tip is blue. now from the ancient reliquary he brings forth the precious homemade brew. He chuckles heartily while fine he pours and says: “to dust the bone that once had rested in the shrine. The spirit, though, remains for us alone.” EVEninG Behind the furthest house alone the blazing sun has found its peace, while daily exultations cease with solemn octaves grave in tone. till late endures a suffused light on rooftop edges still in sight, while in the distant Blue, the night already sows its diamonds bright. ...