My Own

Gustave Kahn

1897

My lovely lady is like flights of scent—
the other day she opened like a flower—
She is beautiful as angels in the spring—
the other night her sun warmed my heart—
My lady’s lips are the single caress—
spiritual gardens blossom below them—
Mid the din, she is a temple; in a crowd, the horizon—
   her embrace, the summer season—
The other morning, winter’s night was in her sadness—
the voice of my lady, a magical sound—
With her, all of life will open like a flower—
my lady is beautiful, like the resurrection—

Translated by
Michele McKay
Aynesworth
.

Credits

Gustave Kahn, “La mienne” [My Own], from Premiers Poèmes (Paris: Société du Mercure de France, 1897) p. 218.

Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 7.

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