Evil Landscape

Beach of old bones-The tide gasps
Death-knells: croaking sound on sound...
-Pale marsh, where the moon swallows
Big worms to make the night pass.

-Calm of plague, where fever
Bums ... The cursed will-o'-the-wisp fades away.
-Stinking grass where the hare
Is a cowardly sorcerer who flees ...

-The white Washerwoman spreads out
The dead's dirty linen
In the sun of wolves... -The toads,

Little melancholy chanters,
With their collcs poison
The mushrooms, their stools.