I will leave your white house and tranquil garden.
Let life be empty and bright.
You, and only you, I shall glorify in my poems,
As a woman has never been able to do.
And you remember the beloved
For whose eyes you created this paradise,
But I deal in rare commodities -
I sell your love and tenderness.
Trans. by J. Hemschemeyer
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I just discovered your blog through literarykitten and I just love this idea of posting poetry inspirations.
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