Remember: the hero lives on, even his downfall So much deeper in love than those whom love allayed. The abandoned ones you almost envy, since you found them Their prodigious feeling still lacks an undying fame. No, in the grip of longing sing women who loved Going and coming and sometimes staying all night?) With all those big strange thoughts in you Presaged a beloved’s coming? (But where would you keep her, All that was your charge.īut were you strong enough? Weren’t you always distractedīy expectation, as though each such moment Out of the past, or as you walked by the open window Many a star was waitingįor your eyes only. Will feel the increase of air with more passionate flight. Out into the spaces we breathe perhaps the birds You still don’t see? Fling the emptiness in your arms It is easier on lovers?Īh, they only use each other to mask their fates. Gnaws at our faces-, for whom won’t the night be there,ĭesired, softly disappointing, setting hard tasksįor the single heart. O and the night, the night, when the wind full of worldspace That liked it here, lingered, and never left. Some tree on a slope, to which our eyes returnedĭay after day leaves us yesterday’s street Every Angel is terrifying.Īnd so I grip myself and choke down that call note For beauty is nothingīut the beginning of terror, which we can still barely endure,Īnd while we stand in wonder it coolly disdains Orders? and even if one of them pressed me Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angels’
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