– William Shakespeare. Sonnet 73


Spill, spread, unpetal, bleed
your soft flowers through great wounds.
Dove-hauled Venus girds her loins
with roses—
see the summer’s last puff of blue
drift on seas of asters to distant
pine-brown coasts; see
this final hour of our mendacious
southern happiness
held aloft.

– Gottfried Benn. excerpt from Caryatid

translated by Michael Hofmann