| | Its oval armor | |
| | Protects it then, and the poisonous filaments hanging down | |
| | Are armor as well, or are they the creature itself, screaming | |
| | To protect itself? An aggressive weapon, as well as a plan of defense? | |
| | Nature is still liable to pull a few fast ones, which is why I can't emphasize enough | |
| | The importance of adhering to my original program. Remember, | |
| | No hope is to be authorized, except in exceptional cases | |
| | To be decided on by me. In the meantime, back to dreaming, | |
| | Your most important activity. Last night I dreamt of a wayside fen |  |
| | Full of leaves, such as strawberry, potentilla, goose-grass, buttercups, dandelion and many wayside plants. | |
| The most difficult of all is an arrangement of hawthorn leaves | |
| But the sawing motion of desire, throwing you a moment to one side | |
| And then the other, will, I think, permit you to forget your dreams for a little while. | |
| In reality you place far too much importance on them. "Free but Alone" Frei aber Einsam | |
| Ought to be your motto. If you dream at all, place a cloth over your face: | |
| Its expression of satisfied desire might be too much for some spectators [???].OK | |
| | The west wind grazes my cheek, the droplets come pattering down; | |
| | What matter now whether I wake or sleep? | |
| | The west wind grazes my cheek, the droplets come pattering down; | |
| | A vast design shows in the meadow's parched and trampled grasses. | |
| | Actually a game of "fox and geese" has been played there, but the real reality, | |
| | Beyond truer imaginings, is that it is a mystical design full of a certain significance, | |
| | Burning, sealing its way into my consciousness. | |
| | Smooth out the sad flowers, pick up where you left off | |
| | But leave me immersed in dreams of sexual imagery: | |
| | Now that the homecoming geese unfurl in waves on the west wind | |
| | And cock covers hen, the farmhouse dog slavers over his bitch, and horse and mare go screwing through the meadow! | |
| | A pure scream of things arises from these various sights and smells | |
| | As steam from a wet shingle, and I am happy once again | |
| | Walking among these phenomena that seem familiar to me from my earliest childhood. | |
