Munch-Petersen, Gustaf blindness


I have built a great tower,
sort of enormous light-house
to my inner eye -
each stone above another
is a pride,
each stone above another
is another pride -
and each pride
is stronger and more hard
than the other -
the colour of each stone
is red from love -
never-sated love, sharp
like rubies -
the eye on top of the tower,
blind from mad pride,
is hunger,
hunger -
lifted like a bright axe,
threatening the sun
and the sky,
a dry, mad eye,
more proud than the sun at noon
over a pale sea -