Call to me to the one among your moments

with the audience around her, quickened, hot,her dance begins to flicker in the dark room.And all at once it is completely fire.One upward glance and she ignites her hairand, whirling faster and faster, fans her dressinto passionate flames, till it becomes a furnacefrom which, like startled rattlesnakes, the longnaked arms uncoil, aroused and clicking.And then:…

of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.As if I didn’t exist. Do I have anyshare in this? Have I somehow dispensed withtheir pure effect? Does my blood’s ebb and flowchange with their changes? Let me put asideevery desire, every relationshipexcept this one, so that my heart grows used toits farthest spaces. Better that…

(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,would disappear into that vastness.)Space reaches from us and translates Things:to become the very essence of a tree,throw inner space around it, from that spacethat lives in you. Encircle it with restraint.It has no limits. For the first time, shapedin your renouncing, it becomes fully tree.Submitted and Translated…

at Frederick’s workroom in the towerand found him formulating factsfor treatises on wingèd powerwhile his penman turned out text.It was in this aerie roomhe’d walked all night with her on arm,turbulent and barely fledged.Whatever plans then sprang to mind,whatever fondness deeply chimedin recollection he would trashand tend the frightened and impassionedthing he wished to understand.Every…

I didn’t know, you who so early were taken away:I will once more call up your image and show it to them,beautiful companion of the unsubduable cry.Dancer whose body filled with your hesitant fate,pausing, as though your young flesh had been cast in bronze;grieving and listening–. Then, from the high dominions,unearthly music fell into your…

anything else. It seems to him there area thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,the movement of his powerful soft stridesis like a ritual dance around a centerin which a mighty will stands paralyzed.Only at times, the curtain of the pupilslifts, quietly–. An image enters in,rushes…