There are melodies of your innermost
The fatal news of the death of.
There is the curse of the sacred,
Happiness is a reproach.
And this entailing the power,
That I am ready for the repeat rumor,
If you send down the angels,
Seducing her beauty…
And when you laugh at faith,
On you suddenly lights
the dim, purple gray
And once I'd seen the circle.
evil, good li? - You're all - not from here.
Wise to talk about you:
For others, you and Muse, and wonder.
you for me - torment and hell.
I dont know, why at dawn,
In an hour, when there was no power,
I'm not dead, but I saw your face
And thy consolations asked?
I wanted, so we were enemies,
So for what you gave me a Well
Meadow with flowers and a firmament of stars -
All the curse of their beauty?
And insidious northern nights,
And Brewfest gold Au,
And love the gypsy shorter
Were your terrible caresses…
And there was a fatal joy
In defiance cherished shrines,
And crazy heart delight -
This bitter passion, as wormwood!
29 December 1912
