It is cold under a rag blanket in the early hours—
Yet no eiderdown was ever embroidered with such flowers.
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Though your Joseph has gone away and your cheeks with hot tears burn,
Do not neglect your mirror—for one day he will return.
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Long before the morning stars sang together I started my journey.
A million times have I been born, yet never was I born free.
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Since we slew that lecherous old man Hope one nostril
Breathes clearly, we have freed one wing of spirit’s kestrel.
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The glory of God is expressed in the lover’s sigh,
For he is one who longs for death but cannot die.
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Oh, for that grand day when the bones of mind have crumbled to dust,
And the flesh of heart has been shredded to pure song-stuff without the least lust!
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Though winter has caught the world and your heart in its iron grip,
Do not let your faith’s hold on your beloved Joseph slip.
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These songs I sing I assure you are not of my choice,
They are because my silent God delights in my voice.
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The light of poetry has lit all language-camps;
It is time for it to burn in modern English lamps.
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