Talk of the Heart — Everything Is Over

Talk of the Heart

Everything is over,

Everything is over
The swallow has come back from its journey
Swimming through space to its nest
It shook off the dust and the down
Alighted on the rim of the trees
Picking itself over with its beak..
Holding in a lostness,
As though its whole affair...
Everything is over!

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Summer breathed out its weariness
The earth stretched itself over a handful of regret
The lovely one let down the curtain of her window
Came back from her innocent play
Her eye no longer feasts upon the road
Nor does a passerby occupy her mind
Everything is over!

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The storm has slept upon its sorrow
Dizzied by its own lullaby —
A mad, wild octopus.
The whistling deafened its ears
And the slapping of the returning ribs
So — exhausted — it cast down its arms
Its terror calmed, little by little,
And it gave itself over to the fates
Everything is over!

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...And after it all the lovely one holds out
The lovely one, before the world, holds out
She feigns a semblance of sleep
Feigns a semblance of living
While in her secret self are bewilderment and vagrancy
She takes shelter in the deadness of her dreams
Writhing one upon another
And she sends up the searing sigh:
O the desert of her world!
O the burning of her flowers!
The light has died in her eyelids
Love has drained away in her heart!
Everything is over