Young Girl
by Ricarda Huch
translation
Janine Canan
Swirling spring,
blossoming tree--
flames of youth leap up around her.
Untouched, her flowing skirts sweep by,
the leaves left by the years
decaying at her feet.
Fearless glance,
stormy stride into the midst
of the forest of danger.
Clash of weapons!
Beckoning song,
festive crowd with streaming hair.
Brave in battle,
lovely in dance,
unconcerned with fate or reward--
fortune keep you!
What crown will be yours one day,
oh Amazon.
