IN THE LOOK

In the untold moment, 

when the pearl of truth

 was shattered in your dark eyes,

 I saw shooting stars shining

 in a haloed wreath.

 And at once we did not

 touch ourselves,

 but our hearts became each

 other's watchful, caring keeper!

 In the lake of my soul

 I let thy unforgettable face bathe,

 And we were one sentimental,

 human bond: 

Thou and I, and it was good

 to forget and leave behind us

 the troubles and sorrows!

- And now that the delicate veins

 of your nerves no longer

 tingle with your raging blood for me,

 where shall I put you now instead

 of your sunny smile 

of the winter greeting me

 with its vulgar power.

 My heart was broken in

 a shape that was changing,

 so that you could put it back together again,

 and why was it necessary,

 was it necessary to break

 my wounded self again,

 so that I would know:

 I was only a plaything

 in your vile flirting campaign? 

Oh, say! If thou canst tell me,

 and confess, what shall become

 of him who, having given up his existence,

 has confessed and told me of love,

 happiness, and joy?

 - From my heart's stout,

 my heart's hole,

 I fear that the one Phoenix-bird

 of immortal flame 

shall never rise again,

 - one steps almost in fear, 

His rooted feet tremble when

 he begins a renewed communion;

 The wounded thorns

 of the former immortal dear

 Still wound her heart,

 and on porcelain fragile dreams

 One dances the dance of frivolity!

 - I cannot forget the starry

 crossfire of thy gaze,

 Thou may'st draw nearer

 if thou wander from me: and now, too

You chase away my dreams,

 the resigned, bitter consciousness

 is caught in my throat,

 your self-pity is doomed to doom:

 can I go on living without you?

 I cannot then listen to

 the insolent frivolity of suicides!