Translation:The Black Heralds (1918)/Forbidden Love
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You rise scintillating from lips and tired eyes!
Through your veins I rise, like a wounded hound
searching for the refuge of soft pavement.
Love, in the world you are a sin!
My love is the sparkling point of the devil’s
horn; my kiss that is a sacred creed!
Spirit is the horopter that passes
pure in its blasphemy!
the heart that gives rise to the brain!
that passes towards yours, through my sad mud.
Platonic stamen
that exists in the calyx where your soul exists!
Some penitent sinister silence?
Perhaps you’re listening to it? Innocent flower!
...And knowing that where there is no Our Father
Love is a sinning Christ!