EARTH-HEARTS, HUMAN-STARS

Silent still, silent again is the Great World:

 No rose-dawn comforts the dead,

 As the morning that wakes our dreams,

 when I wake!

 I listen to the dawn-whistle of bouncing

 car-seats all day long

 - In vain do the dull thinkers

 curse and curse one another 

I would whisper my love, 

my confession, forever with thee,

 into the thrilling auditory tunnels of thine ears!

 They are still comatose in the lamp-light.

 In the open palms

 of the nesting valleys,

 the slumbering village yawns mightily!

 In the hunting lodge of Matraszentimre,

 one saw a nimble deer-eyed angel

 nimbly dancing her fluttering heartbeats! 

I should have loved someone again:

 her swaying slumber in

 the shelter of dunnas,

 the measured firmness of her steps

 in the kitchen, and listened

 to her heart's delicate piano

 hammering gracefully over its tiny keys!

 Once the miracle has happened,

 perhaps it may come again!

 And helpless loser-miserable

 people need not perpetually

 chase the vanities of self-pity,

 which threaten only their perpetually

 helpless selves anyway, but will again:

Human stars selflessly giving smiles,

 help, emotion, breathing earth-hearts,

 resurrection-seeking thumps that

 we can look up to, at any time,

 with courage, for they comfort us

 with their emotional charges,

 our actions!