It’s northerly here, and fall of this year,
I chose to be my girl-friend.
I’ve carried here the memory sure
Of my last rejecting a date –
The flame, so cold, so easy and pure,
Of my overcoming the fate.
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Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Some good-for-nothing — who knows why–made up the tale that love exists on earth.People believe it, maybe from lazinessor boredom, and live accordingly:they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting,and when they sing, they sing about love.But the secret reveals itself to some,and on them silence settles down…I found this out by accidentand now it seems…
As a white stone in the well’s cool deepness,
I am not able and don’t want to miss this:It is my torture and my utter gladness.I think, that he whose look will be directedInto my eyes, at once will see it whole.He will become more thoughtful and dejectedThan someone, hearing a story of a dole.I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness,Men into…
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The river behind — blue and cool.You told me, ‘Well, go to a convent,Or go marry a fool…’Princes always say that, being placid or fierce,But I cherish this speech, short and poor —Let it flow and shine through a thousand years,Like from shoulders do mantles of fur.2And, as if in wrong occasion,I said, ‘Thou,’ else…And…
The two of us won’t share a glass together
We won’t be kissing, in the morning eitherNor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine…You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; howeverWe are united by one love forever.I always have with me my true soul mate,You have with you your ever-merry girlfriend;Yet I’m acquainted with your eye’s dismayAs you’re the reason of my lifelong…
We do not carry it in lockets on the breast,
It does not wake us from the bitter rest,And does not seem to us like Eden promised.In our hearts, we never try to treatThis as a subject for the bargain row,While being ill, unhappy, spent on it,We even fail to see it or to know.Yes, this dirt on the feet suits us fairly,Yes, this crunch…
But listen, I am warning you
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,Not as a reed, nor as a star,Not as spring water,Nor as the toll of bells…Will I return to trouble menNor will I vex their dreams againWith my insatiable moans.