A body, blind with sleep
rises in my arms, tall,
I feel its enormous weight.
Death-doll.
I am an eternity too late.
Does your heart beat at all?
The thick night holds us together
jammed in a tight compact.
“The Gods will not let me loose…
my legs are cracked,”
you whisper in my chest.
It’s as if I carry the earth
and the moss creeps up above
slowly across our statue.
(Gerrit Achterberg)
More Poetry from Gerrit Achterberg:
Gerrit Achterberg Poems based on Topics: Body, Eternity, God- November (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- December (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Marsman (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Beumer & Co (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Dream-Fate (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Dream Judgement (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)