Else Cederborg Poems

Passions pounding like fists of vengeance
torturing the helpless heart of love
all the time these cruel passions cry out:
'You hit me! ' they yell. 'Cruel heart!
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The kisses of the day lack darkness
Nights turn kisses into little arrows
the bow is still vibrant from the shot
Was this what I wanted, this passion?
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Dangling from nowhere
flapping non-existent wings
even moving in airy clouds
no foothold, but still, quite safe
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This pulse, this life
that's what it's about
blood rushing, going at a speed
steering me into complicity with passions
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How come?
A thief in my pocket
another one in my purse
not to speak of the one invading my account
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A parcel, you said
for you and nobody else
wrapped in blue
tied with a pink ribbon
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Walking in and out
back and forth
stumbling, falling, dancing, running
looking for loop holes into Space
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The darkness holds each of us tight
in darkness we are being cradled
held close like in the tender arms of a lover
or maybe the arms of our mothers, long ago
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Many-coloured dreams this night
all of them soared high
only I stayed behind
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Evilness came to see me
she was followed by her friend, Ms Pain
'Are you in, dear? ' they yelled
I kept quiet, hiding in the cupboard
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