THRASHING

I love thee, and yet I cling to thee in fear, if hesitantly, like the drowning awakener from the pictures of my dreams. I am afraid, and at the same time I am afraid myself: I know! Thou canst no longer be kept, Thy lily-headed head is bound with a veil. I was afraid: I have hesitated to clasp and hold thy frail angel hand.

 And now you would see me again, I am troubled and nervous. I have been too half-hearted to offer you the devouring passion of kisses, for your golden heart is still hammering away at my one priceless treasure! What would it be worth if I could tell you from miles away, "I love you! And I'll never let you go! The forbidding clinging bounces in the craters of my soul! 

If your every word is a slanderous tongue, If your anguish is a murderous breath of life unworthy of your angelic being, If the starlight of your glance is a flame of flame of beauty! My blessed fairy! Under the persistent, Saharan climate of the sun, you are full of troubles and burdens, I know this well! But not of them, of thee I fear! Oh! The trials of life are often faltering and indecisive!

 How should I recall to thy conscience thy bright, cometary image Among the smiling diamond-spikes of stars In the secret symbolism of the Cosmos I eagerly and eagerly choose: thou wilt not lie to me, wilt thou? Thou waving dragonfly in the gentle wind, Thou immortal treasure of the evening stars? It may be so with me as with the Stranger, who, as an outsider, will be admitted only by the laws of nature, and I can do nothing else but only the strong can prevail over the law and rule of the living.

Which is harder to fit into the pillars of a more universal and humane Peace? You see, I grumble and grumble, like a hairy Enkidu, a disobedient and deceitful Martian, you could really send me a message and be closer to me with the eternal thread of friendship! My pure-flowered petal! Only one thing comforts me, that thy moral consciousness still shines in thy heart!