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m a rgi t k a f f k a | 89 m a r g i t k a f f k a (18 8 0 – 19 18) Pagan Prayer Great Gods! Enough, enough of silence! This peace is strangling me,—it makes me ill. Where’s the storm-wind, for my defying laughter? All’s quiet here, all smiles, all imbecile. However torn, upon the foam-flecked ocean, Free sails fly yet so fair and joyfully! Vile—that I must wait grounded, without motion, Till spider-woven ivy climbs on me. Great Gods! I pray you gather me together All glittering and blood-bespattered days,— Distil for me that one life from forever, And set each fiery minute in a blaze! Take back those dull years gravid with indifference: Others can have them all, for all I care. Give just one day!—but buried in mad blisses, Or else a feast of lightnings be my share! 1902 ...

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