My Pillow gazes upon me at
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.
I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-Then suddenly I'm
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?
Now I drink pain in every
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so
To be alone,
Alone, without you.
Translated by James Wright
