A shade of necessity
That wanders serenely and ineluctably into the soul
And dissolves it in joy
In serene enchantment
So that the angels might carry it into infinity
How small and light the world is in your hands
You brought me a little seaweed in your hair
And a scent of wind that came from afar
And arrives weighted—in primordial dreams
Prostitute
Who called you to life?
Where do you come from?
And you look at the profane blond angel
Who loves you not and you love not
And who suffers
Who tired kisses you
In the thundering twilight
Roar of life
Intense and fugitive joy …
A shade of necessity That wanders serenely and ineluctably into the soul And dissolves it in joy In serene enchantment So that the angels might carry it into infinity How small and light the world is in your hands You brought me a little seaweed in your hair And a scent of wind that came from afar And arrives weighted—in primordial dreams Prostitute Who called you to life? Where do you come from? And you look at the profane blond angel Who loves you not and you love not And who suffers Who tired kisses you In the thundering twilight Roar of life Intense and fugitive joy …
And the city understands And lights up!
[paraphrased]