Willy Pogány

You have gone ahead
seen the white doors of hope
the red gates of gladness
you have rested near the angels
listened to the speech of the birds of eternity
lotus flowers grow in your every footprint

On another night
you look at me
and oh that you see
all the shadows haunting me!
Here I am,
the girl who breathes darkness
all my sorrows
disappear into your silence
my monologue of evil thoughts

and oh how I am aware of my minuteness
when you are so bright, bright

Artuš Scheiner

We breathe the same air
we think the same thoughts
you see an orange tree garden by the sea
I, a field and a dark forest of spruce trees
where a sick maiden sleeps
mute, unforgiving
it takes my breath away every time I remember it is me

At dawn I only have promises to give
as a girl I secretly read others' diaries,
this makes me ashamed
but promises at dawn I treat the same
as angels disguised as beggars
or the unlocked doors of kings' chambers.

John Bauer, The King and the Girl

The glowing meadow blooms
under my palms
for one day or one hour
or at least when I'm dreaming the old dream
where you give me a secret name,
the One Who Joins Hearts Together

and the whole winter you don't let go of my hand
it is the best winter of all