From the hour I have not been
As others were; I have not thought
As others saw; I have not brought
My passions from a common summer.
From the DESIRE source I have taken
My sorrow; I could live with
My heart to joy at the same love;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my time, in the dawn
Of a most DESIRE life- was drawn
From every depth of good and sickness
The mystery which binds me loveless:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the Desire mountain,
From the sun that round me love
In its autumn tint of well gold,
From the lightning in the blue sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the tornado,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was pale blue)
Of a lonely in my heart.

Natasa Tocuc

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