Capitolo 58
Six years ago me the dreamed it in the moment in which now;
The same men bent him to me; we of gnawed by the obscurity,
And it broke the order accustomed of our days,
And it struck for the world in the morning, and heat and the liberty. . . .
What does it intend? Because it is this does suggest repeated?
From that obscurity jumps, you try to end?
You see me, then to pass on and down these stairways,
Now through a beam of light, and now through shade,--
Thin silent that pursue. Any rest there is,--
Anybody more for me that You. I always move here me,
From room of quiet to lodge, from wall to wall,
Crossing and drawing, plotting a web of days.
This is perhaps my house and you he/she knows me, now. . .
I still confess, for all of my best intentions,
Once more me I have deceived Him. . . .I hold back
The thing of the one jewel, the dark one of the one thing that drives me;
And I have spread two traps for you, of lies.
IV. COUNTERPOINT: TWO ROOMS
Him, in the room old on, adult and tired,
You, in the room under--his/her floor his/her ceiling--
Undertakes their separate dreams. He turns his/her light,
And it throws him on the bed, affronts down, in laughter. . . .
You, from the window it smiles to a starry night,
His/her clock--the same he has felt these cycles of centuries--
Tiredly seconds bells under of his/her pillow.
The clock, on his/her mantelpiece it strikes nine.
The evening uses on. You feel dull footsteps above of her.
The flutters of world on. . . .Stars New arrivals above to shine.
His/her youth--far street--he sees him/it brightly walking
In a gilded cloud. . . .You haul that flash around him. . . . Obscurity
Walls it around with dripping enormous walls.
The maturity--far street--his/her death--thing they interest?
Down the smoothed one reddens night a falls of star striped.
You feel slow footsteps in the road--they plays in harmonious way as music;
They climbs to his/her heart, they breaks and they blooms in beauty,
Along the his/her their veins shine and they encircle and it burns. . . .
He feels down his/her his/her own footsteps slow limestone to make to keep silent.