Orientale I

i spoke to thee
with a smile and thou didst not
answer
thy mouth is as
a chord of crimson music
                         Come hither
O thou,is life not a smile?

i spoke to thee with
a song and thou
didst not listen
thine eyes are as a vase
of divine silence
                  Come hither
O thou,is life not a song?

i spoke
to thee with a soul and
thou didst not wonder
thy face is as a dream locked
in white fragrance
                   Come hither
O thou,is life not love?

i speak to
thee with a sword
and thou art silent
thy breast is as a tomb
softer than flowers
                    Come hither
O thou,is love not death?