Love story
3 Followers
More tender than tender Your face, Whiter than white Your hand, From the whole world You are far, And all yours — From the inevitable. From the inevitable Your sadness, And the fingers of your hands That never cool down, And the quiet sound Of your unflagging Speech, And the distance Of your eyes.
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To overcome without consolation, To survive everything and accept everything. And in the heart even to oblivion Do not harbor hopes in secret, - But to be like this blue dome, Like him, tall and simple, Bow down loving desert Over unrepentant land.