un couer en hiver

This deserted mire
Is where I bide my time,
As grey-toned wasteland
Becomes this home of mine.

This ravished Eden -
And I, first-born of men,
Watch it be consumed
As I consumed it then.

Alone? No, not I:
For you once brought me here.
Or was it I who - ?
My memory's unclear.

Sit so still you now!
And grin - a frozen smile
Plastered on your face:
"My love, just stay a while."

Death awaits me here,
So plot I my escape
At night, to steal away
In fear, lest you awake.

You. You're always there
To offer me that pill -
Faust-like, faltering,
My weak resolve I kill.

Myopic statue
(left naked in the mud),
How you beckon me,
Invite me to your blood.

Therefore, I remain
In this accurs'd country
With my hope, my dread,
That I will soon break free.