Sensation

On blue summer evenings I'll go down the pathways
Pricked by the grain, crushing the tender grass--
Dreaming, I'll feel its coolness on my feet.
I'll let the wind bathe my bare head.

I won't talk at all, I won't think about anything.
But infinite love will rise in my soul,
And I'll go far, very far, like a gypsy,
Into Nature--happy, as if with a woman.
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