And all you thought and felt

And all you said and did:
I feared myself,
And all you made me think and feel
And say and do--

Now I no longer fear
Thinking, feeling, saying, doing,

Nor blankness, silence, apathy, torpor--

I do not fear
You, or me, or death--

I only fear
This curtain of blackness
Which is your absence.

V. THE DREAM

Harlequin comes to me, smiling,
Through the white-shining birch trees
Of the twilight wood.

He has forgiven
My cowardice and hesitations,
Soon I shall sink into his arms
With all the imagined fervour...
Of a thousand dreams.