Cosmos NebulaeÂ
I would, if I could, move into the last cosmic nebula of man and star, Into cultivable gazes: there, perhaps, is not the gambler Adonis, and the gambler's cardsharp the winner!
The brightness that gazes at me from the all-goodness of your eyes would shine before me like a halo, and the cheap toil of everyday life would pass through my anxiety-strangled conscience as a defeatable omen, and your eyes would be a Yes, a medal of sincerity, a truth. Not only broken moments would proclaim The bitter order of broken misfortune: Thy scorns, thy slanders I would bear no more, No more, especially not the uncompromising humility! - I could be love's immortal exile, And build a caring palace of crocodiles' tears!
It was foolish of me to think that two lonely hearts would meet, and, like Phaon, with the Kharübdis of rocks, wolf-eyed, if I had not been so afraid, from the cliff-hangings of mountains only redeeming love with proof of redemption! If heart would come with the care of angel wings, Eternal redemption could loose The everlasting and graspable fetters of my self-doubt and pessimism!
That cannot be buried by memory, which beats with us in our hidden heartbeats! Take heed of the plea of your dreams, that you may cling only to the telepathy that vibrates with you!