In The Wood
In the wood! In the wood!
Where the great green trees rustle
rustle without end.
The great green trees.
The gold-green trees of hair
in which the sunlight flashes
hangs heavy with dreams.
Shake Green One shake
thus!
Even now dreams are sinking
like heavy red wine
into me
(1903)
Jean (Hans) Arp in R.W.Last, Hans
Arp, The Poet of Dadaism (Dufour Editions, 1969),
p.69.
