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First time he kissed me, he but only...

Language: English

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
And ever since it grew more clean and white, --
Slow to world greetings, quick with its "Oh, list,"
When the angels speak.  A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here plainer to my sight
Than that first kiss.  The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair.  O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love which love's own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said:  "My Love, my own."


Translation(s): GER

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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:23
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Sein erster Kuß berührte nur die Finger

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

Sein erster Kuß berührte nur die Finger,
womit ich schreibe: wie sie seither leben
geweiht und weiß, unfähig zu geringer
Begrüßung, doch bereit, den Wink zu geben,
wenn Engel sprechen. Und es könnte nicht
ein Amethyst sichtbarer sein im Tragen
als dieser Kuß. Der zweite, zum Gesicht
aufsteigend, blieb, wo meine Haare lagen,
verloren liegen. Unwert der Verwöhnung
empfing ich seine Salbung vor der Krönung.
Doch feierlich wie im Zeremonial
war mir der dritte auf den Mund gelegt
in Purpur, und seitdem sag ich bewegt:
o mein Geliebter, - stolz mit einem Mal.


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Submitted by Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

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Text added to the website: 2008-11-26.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:01
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