I am not yours

Un texte d’une poétesse américaine.

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

  Lost as a snowflake in the sea.


You love me, and I find you still

  A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

  Lost as a light is lost in light.


Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

  My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

  A taper in a rushing wind