Crossing, 21

ON THAT NIGHT when the storm broke open my door.
I did not know that you entered my room through the ruins.

For the lamp was blown out,
and it became dark;
I stretched my arms to the sky in search of help.

I lay on the dust waiting in the tumultuous dark and I knew not that storm was your own banner.
When the morning came I saw you standing upon the emptiness that was spread over my house.

Translated by the Author; 

First Edition "Lover's Gift and Crossing" (London: Macmillan, 1918)