SMOKE LAND

»Dance, dance, good men and lovable women!
After having shared our fatigues, the companions wish to share
the pleasures ...
And far from breaking the fiddler's guitar as the Christian priest
would, it is under our fingers that the instrument of the dance
will resonate ...
In the middle of the ball, a circle of men and women forms.
Our songs strike the air, we offer a word.
The clouds wandering in the atmosphere come together;
a few drops of rain fall.
Hooray! Hooray! For it has not rained for two months and the
tobacco is parched in the fields and the vegetables dying in
the gardens! // Earth and air commune in an abundant rain just
as we commune with these good cultivators«
(Bearbeitung nach »Sonnets to Orpheus«, Rilke)