03-09-08

hoor zelf en lees zelf eens deel 2

 

 

IN DER PALÄSTRA



As through the pipes the waters fell 
down to the bottom of the well, 
in listless apathy I gazed 
at the cold waters ... – as he bathed. 
I half beheld that scenery 
and its most sensual masculinity. 
Yet, disappointment, oh, can’t you see, 
is still the cause and the cardinal symptom 
of my sick, sad reality. 

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine, 
I’m shyly sipping water ... while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kinds of women, and I ... I only hate men. 
He marvels at all things new to him ... – 
and I only wait ... for all things in this sick world to end. 

The water pouring down his spine, 
caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined. 
Calm like a rock he stands,
oh, behold his beautiful body and soul!
A friendly God must have built this man 
to such an all well-balanced whole. 
What sad bewilderment this brought, 
physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred; 
an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me: 
it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal 
of perfect neutrality. 

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine, 
I’m shyly sipping water ... while he drinks whole jugs of wine. 
He likes all kinds of women, and I ... I only hate ... men.
He marvels at all things new to him, 
and I only wait for all things in this sick world to end. 

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, 
he never knew or encountered 
the hatred and shame that I bare. 
The doubt, the cloak of disgust, 
and the all-devouring dread, 
and if I told him about it, 
he might only shake his head 
with a kindly amused, melodious laughter, 
he then would perhaps merely smile
at my ... oh, so stupid silliness, 
and the BEAST that is raging inside

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