LEAVES OF A DIARY XXX
I fall into sleep as in another world,
Subterranean or extraterrestrial,
A world with foreign laws and customs,
With mysterious temples and hills.
Strange things are happening there
But they don't astonish us in the least.
On the streets we meet with unknown throngs,
Who we feel we have seen before
In our day-to-day life.
And out of the blue
The miracle should happen,
O, if we'd regain
The keys to the tall gates,
We'd keep them open between sleep and watchfulness,
We would understand everything, all at once,
And the future,
Wandering time and the vastness;
Leisurely and wise
We'd sate ourselves
On a tree of bitter, ripened fruit.