Issue 170, Summer 2004
from Sleepless Night
I know that I should occupy my mind
and my desires only with earthly things;
but you are mightier than all desire,
heaven, that suddenly ravishes my soul.
All the springs of life
together will never satisfy
this burning thirst; my lips forever will
be bitter, and vigilant my hope,
though always disappointed. O funereal
and basalt sky, vainly my mind
assaults you; vainly it rebels
on earth; vainly it seeks refuge on the heights.