he staggered
and I caught his eyes –
oh like wonderfully silent
helpless birds’ hearts they were
with the power of the great pain,
which is art,
shining in a glossy sea –
o weakness assaulted me like a storm
and I hit –
a night, where one lamp
gathered all loneliness,
the fruit burst
and his life burst out in music
and forces the sky to tears –
and I bit my tongue
powerless –
o, father
two white birds
guard the goodness in my soul
with insurmountable goodness –:
your hands –