Olga Bergholz Poems

In the name of the word that, my dear,
Is best one and single for us,
Again fall in love with me here,
And tell me all this and - at once.
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My foes will be not by my perish consoled -
They won't have a reason to pour the false tears.
The hook, I'm to hang on, still isn't in a board,
It's not even forged, its ore lies in the earth.
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But I tell you that there are not
The years, that I for empty hold,
The ways, without a goal set,
The messages that nothing had.
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Not till the silver nor the golden wed
I will proceed to live with you, my friend.
But we have had the iron one before -
It'd gone through flames of the ferocious war.
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I still have a hope to come back to my life
Just having waked up at the morn, good enough, -
At early, light one - all in crystal-clear dew -
Where boughs are set in the brilliant hue,
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Wake as you want, but wake in me from sleep -
In cold, and numb and bottomless a deep.

I do not dream to say a single word,
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Don't even try your looking back
At this gloom dark, at this gloom ice;
There someone waits on your feet's track,
You can't stop answering his eyes.
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And you'll have strengths enough
To see and know again
How all that was your love
Will start to bring a pain.
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