THE DEVIL
As soon as I am left alone
the Devil wanders into my soul
and I pretend to myself.
I pretend to myself.
I go out to the old mile-stone
insanely expecting
you to come there, knowing
that I wait for you there.
That I wait for you there.
Come, come
come here at once!
Come, come
on a night with no moon,
because
all of my being is now in pining.
What formerly cheered me,
now seems insignificant.
Insignificant.
