THE CLEANEST THING IN CREATION
I’m not sure, but a smudge of darkness has remained.
The sun has poured into me through a thousand wounds.
And this whiteness with which I surround you now
you will not find even in the Alps, because this wind
swirls to that great height and dirties the snow.
You will find a trace of dust even on the white rose.
The perfect miracle may be found only in man:
vast stretches of whiteness that radiate truthfully
throughout the universe and are superior. The cleanest thing
in creation, therefore, is not the twilight,
nor the sky reflected in the river, nor
the sun on apple blossoms. It is love.