The Devil
a poem
The devil asked me:
“Can you bear silence?”
I just couldn’t see
The devil’s guidance.
And he, once again:
“Can you bear silence?”
So I answered then:
“Yes, violently, violently blessed.”
He smiled, pleased.
And in his voice:
“You may reach greatness
May perhaps sense beauty.”
And, yet unfinished
He moved forward:
“Also: sadness, pain, loneliness...
There stand cherished friends.”
Into air he vanished
And later, I realized:
Silence, a gift, but
Also a heavy punishment.
