God’s benediction — earliest of rays –
Turning it a bit more wan
And drowsy, slipped across the cherished face,
To make it sleep with greater calm.
Without a doubt, it seemed to be a kiss,
The sunbeam, heavenly and warm . . .
So long ago, I was concerned with lips,
Dear lips and dark-complexioned arm . . .
But in this journey I have come along,
Disconsolate and bodiless,
Deceased, I fly to him now only song,
As though the morning ray’s caress.
14 May 1916
translated by Jennifer Reeser