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Miracles - 1. . . . to swing in the storm . . .
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. . . to swing in the storm . . .
Part One of
“THOU”
Lover Poems
by August Stramm
Translated by AC Benus
Love Struggles
The want’s erect
You beg and beg
Don’t stop
Don’t drift
It’s
Not
You
I want!
The want’s erect
And ebbs the tides away
The want’s erect
And contracts miles upon itself
The want’s erect
And chugs and chugs
And pants
Before you!
Before thee
And detests
Before thee
And resists
Before thee
And bows down low
And
Sinks
Kicking
Caressing
Cursing
Blessing
Around and around
The round-round manic world!
The want’s erect
Then events proceed!
In joint climax
Our hands press
And our tears
Crest
Upon
The same torrent.
The want’s erect!
Not Thou!
Not Thee!
Not
I.
Assignation
Gateway demarcated by striped ribbons
My stick-strike
Alights
Upon the jaunty curbstone
While chuckling
Startles
Through darkness
Deceptively
Into
Warm tremors
Stumbling
Hastily
With thoughts.
A blackish kiss
Steals shyness through the gate
And brights
The lantern light
To flare up
After
Him
In the alley.
Moon Wink
My eyes tighten upon the glow.
The sleeping glints out from your chamber
Ambered up high
And
Swelters me!
Mute
Remains the bed
Till
Shedding the covers
Turns up your shirt
Refreshed
In moonlight.
Now
You take a shine to you
Thou
Glowest glowest!
Blue
Glows the hand
In radiant depletion
Snatching at the heavens
At moon and stars
Spilling
Strikes around me
Gyrating
Buttons
Wait Wait Wait!
And
Withdrawing to rest
In the old position.
At
Thy window overhead
Yawning tired
The night winks.
Fulfillment
My spurs come to tease your bluish toe-tips
While the capillaries mockingly
Giggle away safely
In
The shimmering
Soft, boisterous hills where it is desire
Steadily, steeply, raising up little heads.
The lip seizes itself!
Golden strangles curl down and lace up
Upon your throat as your blood
Palpates all around my fingertips
And seethes with struggle.
The souls curl down then and rumble apart!
Wide do the skirts open the eyes –
Gold light, red
Red-soft, red
Flame hissing through the brain
To cut me off from sight!
Sinking sinking
Floating while sinking
To swing in the storm
In the storm
In the screeching sea!
Brick-red
Over us, we’re blessed by Death
Death ever sowing.
Fickleness
My searching seeks!
I convert them by scores!
I feel Myself
And fix on Thou
And grasp Thyself!
Forlorn am I!
And Thou and Thou and Thou
By thousands Thou
And ever Thou
Whirled
Whirling
Whirl
Ever whirled
Through
The tangling
Thou
Thyself
Am I!
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