Dead Senses
The first pain of life came,
During Spring’s power, full of longing,
Taking my sense of joy, peace, laughter;
Giving me nothing but hot tears.
The second pain of life came,
Sinking powerfully down inside me,
Taking my longing, hot passion, tears,
Giving me all my laughter again.
My heart cold like a block of ice,
And my laughter like the winter sun,
My delights without depth,
My joys without love.
The power of fate, came like lightning!
Striking my dead senses,
So that from burning eyes once more,
Runs a single tear.
-Mia Holm 1900
translated by Joe Bandel
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