I was embarrassed and cheerful.
I teased your dark silk,
When your heavy curtain
Parted - the theater was silent.
Live fire severed
ramp us light ring,
And the music is transformed
And I burnt your face.
And so, again shine candles,
one soul, soul-blind…
Your brilliant shoulders,
Thou hast drunken mob…
star, pushed out of the world,
You're above the plain - the distance…
Trembling silver lyre
In your outstretched arm…
December 1906
