Nights without the beloved - and nights

Nights without the beloved - and nights
With whom you don’t love, and huge stars
Above a feverish forehead, and arms,
Stretching and reaching up to Him -
Who wasn’t here for ages - and won’t be,
Who cannot be - and must be….
And a child’s tear for a hero,
And a hero’s tear for a child,
And enormous, rocky mountains
On the chest of the one, who must - descend…

I know all that was and all that shall be,
I know the deaf and dumb mystery,
That the uneducated and inarticulate
Language of people calls - Life.