Torment in the darkness was the danger that I feared and
it did
not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the
danger of light and joy.
There's a white angel
and she beckons me
and that is precisely
what I fear to see.
if I, by valor or might,
could rise and stand, still
hope and dying
would come holding hands,
for when green leaves grow
is wisdom only beauty knows
and when they die
it's on the same road.
The lock snicks shut
my back at the door
why waits this white angel
for me cross the moor?
(I wept full at noon
my clothes were torn)
The sun's shining blue
o'er my quickening tread
the bodies of men
and this sickening dread.
(all women are goddesses
men beasts with horns)
the pain I endure
comes not from art
but from Timeless and Done
which dwell in my heart.
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