Hadda Pada by Guðmundur Kamban
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page 37 of 94 (39%)
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What was my surprise, when I saw you move, and walk across the
floor! ... Even your dress, altering its folds with the rhythm of your step, becomes mysterious, like the sea--floating, as it were, with life itself. ... Only that fleeting sparkle from your eyes as you roll them upward ... Or when you are lying down, and you stretch your foot out--so supple, that the tension on your arch makes your instep seem higher ... And then your everlasting vivacity: when you laugh, the air seems to float with tiny fairies ... I love you, Kristrun, only you, you, you. [Kristrun still gazes into space, dreamily. Ingolf reaches hesitatingly for her hand; discreetly, she withdraws it.] INGOLF [gets up]. Did you lie to me, Kristrun? The other night, when I told you, without speaking, for the first time, just as plainly as now with words, that I loved you: we heard footsteps, you ran away, you turned around and kissed me, and disappeared-- did this sweet kiss then lie, was it only a moment's impulse that played with a sacred feeling? KRISTRUN. It was not, Ingolf. INGOLF. But--? KRISTRUN. It was a moment's impulse that played with a moment's impulse. INGOLF. Perhaps for you, but not for me. KRISTRUN. I thought your silent confession that evening was sincere. The next day, I overheard a conversation between you and |
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