Bitterness Death
Hug me! hug me!
I"m still here, standing!
Oh bitterness of death
You shall not frighten me!
Behold oh companion, I felt
Thy hands squeezing my hands,
Your chest supporting my head
So I am watching from thy eyes
These white sweet roses!
Behold from these, your sweet scented-breath.
Oh ye - white roses as if you
Were thousands of years before
Growing and growing from my remains.
As if you were before - in my ears - whispering.
So! repeat thy whispers, repeat.
And you O grass of graves!
O perpetual existence - from the brightness
Of the day - toss these roses into my tomb, toss!
Behold white roses from the leafy lips, moaning!
Hug me! Oh bitterness of death,
And behold as I ascend.
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