An election for the arrival of spring!
Clear your eyes quickly,
Behold: ballot boxes
In a spacious, bright room
in the Temple of Elections.
Go there, they will hand you a green ballot
As green as foliage,
you’ll drop it into the slot
Of the box garlanded with flowers,
right away the intoxication of April
Will hit you in the head,
and the day grow bright
And the birds sing,
and a drop start ringing.
But if you do not step up to that turquoise box
This will not happen,
Don’t even hope.
(translation: J. Kates)