the sun was warm today

two selves

1.

I am nothing other
than a bloodstain
that speaks.


2.

Darkening darkness.
--there,
bright gates.


Nichita Stănescu
(my translation)

for the first time here, i write these holy words: my wife

this is how i wait, 2

from TO EROS

IV

It is not justice’s scale that knows us true:

god of undivided envy, it is you

who weigh our wrongs --

from two hearts you murder and measure

you shape one heart vaster than nature

that grows and yet longs

to grow…. You, indifferent and superb,

humble the mouth and exalt the word

toward the sky’s ignorance....

You mutilate by returning to ultimate absence

these beings that are but fragments from absence.

Rainer Maria Rilke

(my translation)