eva hesse, untitled
IT MAY BE
It may be that a strange dream
Seized you tonight,
You thought you saw an angel
And it was your mirror.
In her flight Eleonore
Undid her long hair
To rob the dawn
Of the sweet object of my desire.
You should think no longer
Of some faithful husband.
I am the lover, I have wings
I will teach you to fly.
May the muse of falseness
Bring to the end of your fingers
That scorn which is but a dream
Of the shepherd prouder than a king.
--- Max Jacob (1876-1944)
tr by Wallace Fowlie, 1955
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