O, my God, if You befriend me
like you brag to saints in force,
may Death take with written order
not my parents, but my horse.
Today we no longer sing, no longer smile.
Standing where an enchanted season is starting,
today we move apart
as the waters from land have been parting.
I'm leisurely yearning.
I’m hungry, I’m thirsty,
But I could not perhaps say,
Come who may,
God forgot me, thinking me over
until the thought
became for me flesh.
Leaves forgot me
Only my life will die for me for good,
Only grass knows the taste of the earth.
Only my blood is missing my heart
Today I saw an eye
that loved me.
I could see he’d have brought me in
under his eyebrow.
Shakespeare created the world in seven days.
On the first day he made the sky, the mountains and the chasms of the soul.
On the second day he made the rivers, the seas, the oceans
I glimpsed light on the earth,
and I got born to see
how you were doing.
I should put on a mask
and a shield I should put upon my chest
I should put in my eyes the look
that I once looked with,
What a sad soul have gifted me
My parents from their own
That so many torments have found
Room in this self alone?