I thank and I praise the scorpion
For giving me drunken pain.
Before poppies light up and go on
And the mist is blooming again.
In his sting to my very quick,
In the drug of his pinpoint needle —
The eternal secret, the trick
That only pain can unriddle.
In the beginning was the scorpion.
He sought for life a word.
Before poppies light up and go on
Over all the atoms he is lord.
1978
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