the weapon
hunger has left me -
love has left me -
longing for events is not with me -
misfortune has found me out -
but joy cannot slay -,
and the love, you find, cannot slay -,
if I held a weapon, that
could hit by itself -!
but hunger has left me -
and love has left me -
no longing is with me now -
it must come by itself -
or stay away -
the green, the warm,
the weapon,
which need not hit -
