Nobody yet knows who I am,
Nor myself may;
Nor yet what I deal,
Nor yet where I lead.
But in my skull already bright,
And death in rose attire,
And in my mouth already star
And jewels firmly wrought.
And in my eyes a sweetness
Almost fierce as the sun,
And in my ears already music
Hearing the future kiss.
Yet myself knows myself not,
Is it I have forgotten?
Yet Finality is very near—
I rush, I run, I run!
(Published in Have Come Am Here 1942)
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