FOREST OF FLOWERS

”If all the pain and sorrow and madness in the world

 

would suddenly be transformed into woods,

 

how so flourishing would be the forest!”

 

-Eeva-Liisa Manner: Eros and Psykhe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm hiding from you

where the shadows shine white/

in the forest of flowers, by the side of the

woods' shining secrets / where your words burn

inside of me: No more I love you, dear. / I sank up

towards the sky – like the smoke – and towards the infinite

to be united with the unmeasurable pain of the stars.

 

 

 

 

From that high standpoint by night time i drop down

 

 

 

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and i fall deep deep down to your arms

and it is then when i let my diamond tears flow

 

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

those tears paint the water of that

bright mountain stream as pale as death

 

when the silver shadow of the moon

is seen on the palm of my hand

 

it is caressing my hair: the shadow

of my pain, the mirror of my consolation

 

those tears are burning my lips

- withered is this memory: The rotten white lilies.

 

I drop these words on the grave

when the symbals are accompanying our slow movements

 

deeper into the autumnal heart of the cemetary

glowing are those moon lilies / sorrow lilies / silver lilies /

 

 

It is no accident that you forgot my ring to the high mountains, dear.

 

 

You have already forgotten all about me

- when someone else is caressing you.

 

 

I Remember:

 

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n o t h i n g

 

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p u r p l e

 

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h

 

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s,

 

s a i d

 

H a n s h a n.