Terrible Love-Amor Terrible
Poem By Karl Marx to Jenny Von Westphalen.NOCTURNAL LOVE
Frantic, he holds her near,
Darkly looks in her eye.
"Pain so burns you, Dear,
And at my breath you sigh.
"Oh, you have drunk my soul.
Mine is your glow, in truth.
My jewel, shine your fill.
Glow, blood of youth."
"Sweetest, so pale your face,
So wondrous strange your words.
See, rich in music’s grace
The lofty gliding worlds."
"Gliding, dearest, gliding,
Glowing, stars, glowing.
Let us go heavenwards riding,
Our souls together flowing."
His voice is muffled, low.
Desparate, he looks about.
Glances of crackling flame
His hollow eyes shoot out.
"You have drunk poison, Love.
With me you must away.
The sky is dark above,
No more I see the day."
Shuddering, he pulls her close to him.
Death in the breast doth hover.
Pain stabs her, piercing deep within,
And eyes are closed forever.
posted by Oscar Grillo at 11:30 am
4 Comments:
AMOR TERRIBLE
si
pudiera abrir tu espíritu
/ encontraría
seis ratones
de porcelana
si
pudiera abrir tu corazón
/ no
encontraría
nada
/ a excepción de la
lágrima
de
Belcebú
amar es como desgarrarse
y
la piel se pudre
bajo
un sol de estiércol
/ eterno
Soles estercoleros...Son de lo peorcito!
La mina feliz de ser absorbida por este cantor febril comelunas.
(asi quise gritar una noche mi amor a las cuatro lunas y mi canto se ahogó en la copa de aquel bar)
Top Marx...er, marks for this
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