*The Mune sits on my bed the nicht unsocht,
And mak’s my soul obedient to her will;
And in the dumb-deid, still as dreams are still,
Her pupils narrow to bricht threids that thrill
Aboot the sensuous windin’s o’ her thocht.

But ilka windin’ has its coonter-pairt
—The opposite ’thoot which it couldna be—
In some wild kink or queer perversity
O’ this great thistle, green wi’ jealousy,
That breenges ’twixt the munelicht and my hert….

*Suggested by the German of Else Lasker-Schuler

from A Drunk Man Looks at Throbbing Thistle