Soon we'll be diving into freezing shadows.
So long the brilliance of summer so short.
Already I hear the ominous echo
Of wood logs knocking on courtyard cobbles.
And now Winter will take its toll: anger,
Hatred, shakes, horrors, hard labours,
Like the sun in its arctic circle of hell,
My heart will congeal to a small red block, frozen.
So I quake when I hear the dropping of logs;
More deadly to me than the rap of a scaffold.
My mind is like a castle tower shattered
By a battering ram, relentless, massive..
Till I'm rocked by each monotonous blow,
Nails hammered in haste in a coffin,
But for whom? - yesterday summer, autumn now!
These doom-laden sounds - like a valediction.
I love your wide eyes, their emerald glint,
Subtle and warm, but I'm cold and bitter.
And nothing, your love, the bed, this fire, beats
A glimpse of sunlight over the sea.
Yet you love me regardless: gentle, maternal
Despite my ingratitude, unworthiness;
Lover or sister, you are that short lived bliss
Of a setting sun or a glorious autumn.
Cut short! The grave yawns, voraciously.
Oh let me rest my forehead on your knees,
And savour, while missing the white-hot summer,
The soft yellow rays of a dying season.