[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 8]

May (?) S.P. Nov. 05’

Mighty of earth, who hold in ruthless hands

The reins that hold mankind, corrupt and strong

Oh ye who wreak an all woe, grief and wrong

And crush our minds and bind our hearts with hands.

Throughout the world’s great cities, seas and lands

Your cruse is written sounds and words among

Treacly and openness both ardent long

To crush your style that withes and commands

(Between September 15 and end of year 1905)

a) not September b) not October, because Curso 8 days,

November or December

† chocked for we are † shall burnt.

Thus one day the weak (beauty, love) shall conquer over the strong †† 

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December 1905

?

Sweet ship fast fading (out) in sea

     Each of thy sad sails both tear

In[1] my heart a shred of life

Oh that I had the power to bear

     The grief thou giv’st in leaving me

     Warmly here in pain and strife

     Soft thoughts simple and pure as light

     Go from me, leave me in pain

Leave my clouded self and go

Unperceived into the infinite

     And as they fade, |*swim| slow and slow 

     I feel new horrors in my brain.

Of all that so firm is, though ‘t make a show

Of sameness in the change of its return.

 
[1] In /From out\