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  • BETWEEN DUSK AND NIGHT

     

    My bunk, like a rocking-chair, Rise up like a Janci, nodding, Illegally to and fro in the desolate darkness. My heart with vain hopes I sleep: idyllic dreams with their silken gowns have wrapped my desires. Immortal compliments, everlasting romances my faithful sole allies. 

    And if I am wounded by Existence, or my loved ones have a secret - like a true pearl locked in a shell I let it reveal itself willingly, like the silken petals of a tender flower, in the privacy of a secret-taboo. It is not often good to lie so sure, so helpless to know and to feel that from a far-off land Someone may still be thinking of me - suddenly gone, like a fleeting snapshot of this wanderful, hesitant afternoon. 

    The sky is unconscionably deep and pitch-dark, like a gloomy gloom that surrounds me and frightens me. Where is now the deer's eye of my immortal Dearest, to which I could have clung with sure knowledge?! My thoughts would call to her and call her. Cupid's wasted arrows would reach out and strike my aching heart. 

    Oh, thou mischievous, whirling celestial deity! Boldly thou soarest on, and all the ancient secrets of thy deeds Thou dost rightly hide from us, That we may discover each other ourselves. Cupid! Sweep towards me an arrow of the soul that is wise and ever sober to weigh, and pierce more firmly the mist of uncertain distance. For the golden splinters of the expanding Universe, like tiny comet-eyes shining like haloes, gleam in the soul-searching eyes of all! 

     

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