Cornflowers

Cornflowers I call these figures

that gently, with blue eyes,

preside quietly and modestly,

placidly drinking the dew of peace

from their own pure souls,

communicating with everything that is near,

unconscious of the precious sensitivity

that they have received from the hand of God.

You feel so good among them,

as if you were going through a field of crops

through which the breath of evening blew,

full of pious quietude and full of mildness.