Hilda Hilst
May this love neither
blind me nor follow me.
And may it never notice
me.
May it spare me from
being pursued
And from torment.
From only being so that
he knows me.
May the gaze not lose
itself among the tulips
Because such perfect
forms of beauty
Spring from the glare of
shadows.
And my Lord inhabits the
glimmering dark
From a clutter of ivies
on a high wall.
May his love only make me
discontent
And tired of tiredness.
And may I
Shrink before so many
weaknesses. Small and soft
Like spiders and ants.
May this love see me only
in parting.
~ Hilda Hilst
(1930 ~ 2004)
(Translated by Lavinia Saad)
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