"He had a wild garden behind his house…
so beautiful and dark.
woodpeckers and squirrels lived there,
and hedgehogs, mice and martens.
Hazelnut-trees and wild strawberries grew,
and cherries, apples and pears, and currants of red and black…
all hidden in this private place.
In the safty of the shadows the fragile fern slept,
aloneg the winding paths the wild-flowers wept,
snowdrops noddld their little heads in spring,
of which I do not know the names…
And, of course, there was ivy everywhere.”