July Children

We children born in July

love the scent of the white jasmine

we wander in blooming gardens

still and lost in heavy dreams

Our brother is the scarlet poppy

which burns in flickering red showers

in the wheat field and on the hot walls

then the wind drives its petals away

Like a July night, our dream-laden life

wants to complete its dance

to have dreams and hot harvest festivals, wreaths of

wheat and red poppy in our hands

Hermann Hesse

Jochen Sokoly