Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems

They are going to straighten my mountain passes. All my ravines can be upended. There has to be those who are looking to convey happiness into their domestic, to have happiness. Happiness at domestic! Love with no fiction. think: with none stretching of sinews. i must be a girl to undergo this! (There used to be happiness – should you used to come back, happiness – in my domestic. ) Love with none additional sweetness given by way of parting. Or a knife. Now at the ruins of our happiness a city will develop: of husbands and better halves. And in that blessed air, whereas you could, every person should still sin – quickly shopkeepers on vacations can be chewing the cud in their earnings, pondering out new degrees and corridors, as every thing leads them again to their apartment! For there needs to be an individual who wishes a roof with a stork’s nest! 10 but lower than the burden of those foundations the mountain won't overlook the sport. notwithstanding humans pass off beam they have to keep in mind. And the mountain has mountains of time. Obstinate crevices and cracks stay; in summer time houses, they’ll comprehend, too overdue, this is often no hill, overgrown with households, yet a volcano! generate income out of that! Can vineyards ever carry the risk of Vesuvius? an incredible with no worry can't be sure with flax. And the delirium of lips by myself has a similar strength: to make the vineyards stir and switch seriously, to belch out their lava of hate. Your daughters shall all develop into prostitutes and your whole sons become poets! You shall rear a bastard baby, my daughter! Waste your flesh upon the gypsies, son! may possibly you by no means personal a section of fertile land you who take your substance from my blood. tougher than any cornerstone, as binding because the phrases of a demise guy, I curse you: don't search for happiness upon my mountain the place you progress like ants! At a few hour unexpected, a while unknowable, you'll have an understanding of, the whole thing of you, how huge, immense and with out degree is the mountain of God’s 7th legislations. Epilogue There are blanks in reminiscence cataracts on our eyes; the seven veils. I now not bear in mind you individually as a face yet a white vacancy with out actual beneficial properties. All – is a whiteness. (My spirit is one uninterrupted wound. ) The chalk of information needs to belong to tailors! The dome of heaven was once in-built a unmarried body and oceans are featureless a mass of drops that can not be amazing. You are special. And love is not any detective. enable now a few neighbour say even if your hair is black or reasonable, for he can inform. I go away that to physicians or watchmakers. What ardour has a use for such information? you're a complete, unbroken circle, a whirlwind or absolutely grew to become to stone. i will not reflect on you except love. there's an equals signal. (In tons of sleepy down, and falls of water, hills of froth, there's a brand new sound, unusual to my listening to, rather than I a regal we) and even though life’s beggared now and narrowed into how issues are nonetheless i will not see you joined to somebody: a revenge of reminiscence. entire 1 December 1924 POEM OF the tip 1 A unmarried publish, some degree of rusting tin within the sky marks the fated position we movement to, he and that i on time as loss of life is suggested surprisingly too gentle the gesture of his hat to me threat on the edges of his eyes his mouth tight close unusually too low is the bow he makes this night on time?