THROUGH DIAMOND PILLARS

On the old man's horizon 

of the valley-backs,

 The starry glow is farewell:

 When the cool down-steam rises, 

From the fields of orphaned maiden-hair,

 Thyself will be at peace.

 The sun's knife-edge fight,

 With its poisonous thorn-buggish chains,

 Soon shall cease for ever!

 - Red dragons still fight above

 for the remaining fiery throne:

 Poopy Dozen's honour! 

Loneliness in the

 dead-hiding corner of the room!

 - Thou, father, in thy broken life,

 didst not know how to manage thy time,

 Thou didst drown thy ancient fervour

 in a fire of curses and curses.

 Thou didst come from the orchard,

 and in thy wrathful revenge

 thou didst pluck up all thy trees of fertility! 

Like doom! In bull-fights thou canst

 be but a wounded and hurt animal!

 - You should no longer be told,

 "Don't do it, you'll hurt yourself."

 - But thou thyself art still a youth,

 and canst not understand

 the weight of thy ways.

 - You should speak in stars:

 Think of me, my love, though all is lost.

 Words should be understood

 with a strong patience,

 with a silence that drains peace!

 - And to obey with sober,

 discerning reason,

 When asked with kindness and care! 

- Alas! But now only to bear,

 and to endure Thy soul-pressing

 laws of Thy Turannos,

 Thy selfish will - and to dread

 - alas, the finale of another persuasive

 reasoning Is again a resigned sadness:

 in Cyclops-pots the sun still winking

 once and for all, Boo, misunderstood lover.

 - I have long since left

 my memories to watchful,

 diamond-pillared stars!