Eulogies
XVIII
They had buried me. I heard them sayI was dead.
But as the shiver of resurrection went through the earth
and the floods of the eternity reached me
with their starless blue days
I woke up in the light of your eyes and called,
called your name soundlessly.
You kissed me, and I became like your lips:
somewhat pale, turning a bloody dark in kiss
and merrily curved, became a high rose, your mouth in the wind,
to which this rose, shining from its purple depths,
bent down, weighted down, to open for a kiss.
Lobsprüche
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