Despair Poem by Gaston Karel Mathilde Burssens
Despair
Along the sloping plain of the senses
the moon once pushed her stark light
And whoever ventured on this plain
has weighed himself
and lighter than the rays
has bent his own fragility
And this is good
The rays have not been violated yet
and the starkness of the light remains inviolate
Only the iron of your senses has been twisted
and has been weighed and found too light
Translation: John Stevens Wade
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