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Miracles - 2. . . . my swagger, frozen . . .
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. . . my swagger, frozen . . .
Part Two of
“THOU”
Lover Poems
by August Stramm
Translated by AC Benus
Untrue
Your smiling weeps deep in my chest
And the ember-bitten lips of iron
Smell like withered leaves on the breath!
Your gaze hardens
And
Hastens rumbling words on it.
Left flat
The clutching crumples!
Freed
Your dress hem slips
Sinuously
Over all.
Seething
With my own hands, my self-control
Struggles to maintain a grip
Because your ankles
Play games of catch
With my strength!
My thoughts crackle
In
Your pace
And
My last will
Dies
In the bottom of your eyes.
Your breaths sweep me away
To shout in earnestness
While
Wreathed in your dalliance
You cool my hair
And smile
Upon
My agony!
Restraint
I track myself lost in the sway of your breasts
On them, your head diffracts shadows soft
Glowing red!
A breath cunningly impedes
The heaving.
I’m clawed by lust
As bitter damp hemorrhages
Through its necklace chains
Rattling
The senses.
Wispy
Shyness purses lips with a smile
So cold!
Only
My
Arm in
Its
Verve grasps hot!
In Passing
That house flicked out in starlight
Holds back my swagger, frozen.
My brain finds rest upon your lap.
Questions eat into me!
Stars
Caress glowing iron as full shadows
Cast from your silhouetted bust
Then spied by me through the window and
My heart
Gets charred!
For at your window
Wind-
Licks freeze like ash.
The feet move on with a load unloaded.
Listening, He Hears
The whispers drift
And
Kill every resistance
The driftings shake
And
Quake all down to the floor.
The whispers roar
And
Whirl the churning depths
The roarings buzz
And
Quake all down to the ground
The whispers roar
And
Whirl the churning depths
The roarings buzz
And
Gasp out all the life-blood.
The whispers storm
And
Tear the immortal time
The storms tumble
And
Churn into nihility!
Thou
Breathe
The
Breaths
Of
Thine!
And breath whispers
Storm-
Breaths
Of Thou!
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