When you feel the underworld grasping-let go
When you feel the underworld grasping-let go
the beautiful wood nymph
I need you

Behind the Blameless Trees

old fate slowly builds
her mute countenance.
Wrinkles grow there . . .
What a bird shrieks here
springs there like a gasp of warning
from a soothsayer’s hard mouth.

And the soon-to-be lovers
smile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,
and round about them, like a constellation,
their destiny casts
its nightly spell.
Still to come, it does not reach out to them,
it remains
a phantom
floating in its heavenly course.

the beautiful wood nymph
I need you

Behind the Blameless Trees

old fate slowly builds
her mute countenance.
Wrinkles grow there . . .
What a bird shrieks here
springs there like a gasp of warning
from a soothsayer’s hard mouth.

And the soon-to-be lovers
smile on each other, not yet knowing farewell,
and round about them, like a constellation,
their destiny casts
its nightly spell.
Still to come, it does not reach out to them,
it remains
a phantom
floating in its heavenly course.

When you carry the weight of his shadow inside

When you Carry the Weight of His Shadow Inside
When you Carry the Weight of His Shadow Inside
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