Poems (Tree)/Loneliness I Love

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LONELINESS I love,And that is why they have called me forth into the streets.Loneliness I love,But the crowd has clutched at me with fawning hands, . . .My spirit speaksIn the scented quietness of a divine melancholyMurmuring the tunesFor which my dreams are the delicate instruments.The shadowy silencesHave made me beautiful and dressed me in velvet dignities,And that is whyThe noise of tambourines has maddened my soul into dancing,And I am cladIn the lust-lipped whispering of furtive caresses.Holiness I love,And touching the virginal pierced feet of martyrs,The crucified feetNestled among lilies and hallowing candles.Holiness I loveAnd the melodious absolution falling on my sins.But that is whyBlasphemous priests have forced my hands to tearThe vesture of secrecyWhich hides the human nakedness of God.***1918
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