flowers are blackened with joy
the sky is beautiful as flame
i’m transported by just one day’s worth of flower-labor
how would you like to fly away with me
how would you like a day’s worth of lightning-flashes
how would you like a flower identical with heaven
how would you like several flowers like lightning-flashes
how would you like a fiery sky
hovering just beyond my head
is you my lovely flower-labor
hovering just beyond my head
is you my lovely black flame of joy
translated by Michael Benedikt
Leonard Durso 
thoroughly enjoyed this one!
I’m glad. It is always interesting when you pick up a book you haven’t opened in a long time and begin to remember why you have it on your shelf.
i know the feeling. or rather, i need to do that myself soon.