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PLAGUE
My dear, it is as if you have stopped thinking of me!
I listen into the night – the stream murmurs like
The dresses of Parisian dancers, Edith's flower
Has shrivelled into a bundle of wrinkles – the same polish
As Mother's nails. The fact that I cannot hear you
Weighs on me like the plague of swollen eyelids, loofahs
Dancing with its corrupt, aged breath
I will cut it down as my love dies, so that he may perish too!
Ah, I am worse than women longing for money,
Surely they will not miss Selfishness in their sin
Retributions, yet my end no one will change,
Let them at least spit on me for emotional blackmail!
No, rather kill me with your gentle hand,
Shorten my life, this drawn-out torment,
I don't want to wait until the frantic beating stops
Heart! Send me, right now, a love confession!
A word is enough, a quiet sigh, a sweet illusion
With your tongue, reflection of crystal teeth
In the dark – send a kiss though you are surely weary
And dead! Be that as it may – just be free of debt with me!
I know, even if you owed your body, heart – your whole self,
I would proclaim everywhere and to everyone that the creditor
Yours died, but only because he's cold in his grave!
When will you change that sentence, exile to Siberia?
I know that answer even before the question
Reaches you, for there is often no eclipse
Sun, so I must shamelessly caress myself
With your rays – You, my dreamed-of one.
Mesicnik: Celou noc nespim a myslim
jenom na tebe. Zarim na nebi jen
so that in the morning I could caress
you. But – that is not enough for me.
Mesicnik: What do you want, for there never
to be day? How would it turn out
if I slipped from night into day?
Surely I would lose my strength and dissolve
away.
Mesicnik: Please! Please, come back!
Micky, neopoustej me. Prosim, prosim!
Mesicnik: Sbohem tedy. Nevim co se
happened. You are gone and I am here. Alone.
All alone, I stopped shining. Without
without you there is no Moon – without you I do not live.
