Denial

Hesitant moonlight entered

to sit on the night table

outline of her conflagrated body

lain on the deserted bed

autumn breeze

a shameless raider

sneaked through

the half open window

to observe her two thighs

softly rubbing against each other

two fingers travelled over

her wet mound

involuntary conspiring wind

and window shutter

created the sorrowful creak

that brought her to consciousness

heart pulse bounced off

the gleaming mirror to fall

dead onto the carpet crying

unfair life even this dreamy

pleasure you denied me.

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Lighthouse Keeper

Other times, during the night, after I light the lamp,

I stand out on the balcony waiting for a ship not that

it was to see the lighthouse, or change its route, but

a ship that was coming here, to moor here, and not

to avoid a great danger; but with a clear destination

here; and to hear its anchor, as if a door was opening,

after being closed for a long time and into which I too

was locked; and I didn’t know how to discern the creak

of the door; I didn’t know what gesture my hands

might make, what expression my face might have. 

I already imagined the masts of the ship in balance

              with the lighthouse;

the passengers with their suitcases who jumped on

these rocks; their talk addressing me, equal to mine,

not any admiration or thankfulness at all, especially

not any gratitude, with their foreign accent, with that

foreign flair just to save ourselves; not that.

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Ράινερ Μαρία Ρίλκε, Γράμματα σε έναν νέο ποιητή