SELF-EXPERIENCE

In the complex totality of moments, even a hesitant step can carelessly trample on a moth! With fading, frightened rainbow-flower Marching richly to proud freedom! Hesitantly stumbling, the lonely silence may wound: the eye searches persistently for inscriptions carved in the wall, while the haunting moonlight's claw-rays wax and wane on the ominous veil of night! In our silences, too, we have deliberately confined The proud sighs of our eloquent words!

In no man's land of sorrows have wreaths of thorns been woven! Wounded regrets are more easily absorbed in the depths of the Soul; the burden of accents may burst through every chiseled, spittle-flecked sentence, for it throbs and is present like a sickly contagion! Like an orphan child caught in a trick: at once I am bewildered with a frightened half-eye, and I cannot know if, if I compliment in the manner of Don Quixote's prettily, I shall be called by a pardoning angelic goodness! - I can only silence the one I sincerely want! The melancholy joy of my feelings, sunk in lethargy, would be well to share with the babbled Dearest; in the wandering Universe, even among the moods we can experience, we could all be together, and the rules of our secret childish rants would be a hundred ways unnecessary to complicate!

The parity of our details many a time passes through the purity of decipherable communications; the lurking secrecy of envy-jealousy is already crystallized in the marshland of gathering temper! There is little use for words of consolation, where human will alone can be made up of emotions! - In the depths of disembodied anxieties, great fears of ever-childish souls: in prodigal hearts the sour stench of rottenness is spreading! My minute fancy had enough of misleading lies' nuptials! From the shelter of thoughtful emotions it is better to quit at the very beginning, d let the snowman alone melt into the beautified memory-mountain!