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Wed 26 Nov, 2008 04:28 pm
There is a strange consensus that sadness is there to be overcome, and even stranger is the conviction that this is the task of philosophy (its "consolation"). I hate the superior smile of those spotless minds, clear as neon-light and dry as the desert, never darkened by melancholia, spleen, ennui, weltschmerz or whatever. Hey, remember you were once human? Yes, I know the following text is a piece of junk. Just emotion, who gives a damn?
The Banshee
Why does snow reflect the light?
Bright lights like broken glass
Hurt both eyes and heart.
The colours of the rainbow
Are wrapped in cloth and hidden in an iron chest.
Treading on grey roads and brown rocks,
Under a dusty moon,
My hair is soft as fog and cold as dew
And when I cry my tears fall in silence
From heaven, like the snow,
Like words never said,
Like wine never drank.
Oh walks in the sun while we watched our children grow!
Did I ever know to dance? There's no music in the snow.
We danced on hot sand and kissed and left without goodbye
(He had a train to catch and I some rays.
Who thought of death in those golden days?)
Maidens came with joy and sleep and traded them for pain,
Spinning the thread of love and life.
In their song were heard both nightingale and crow.
The wind whispered their spell to the sea,
The sea became love, the wind itself a song.
Now let me dream my death in peace.
Let snow be my burial gown
And words be my coffin.
Death is in the heart of love
Like seeds in a flower.
Leave me some love to embrace death,
Let me dance with death and kiss his mouth.
The sand is cold now as the snow,
The light has gone with wind and day.
The dance of sun and moon,
The thread that's spun and spun,
Weave but a fading memory,
Untill all is lost
Like a snowflake in the dark.
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