Here you will find the Poem The Husband of poet Leon Gellert
Yes, I have slain, and taken moving life From bodies. Yea! And laughed upon the taking; And, having slain, have whetted still the knife For more and more, and heeded not the making Of things that I was killing. Such 'twas then! But now the thirst so hideous has left me. I live within a coolness, among calm men, And yet am strange. A something has bereft me Of a seeing, and strangely love returns; And old desires half-known, and hanging sorrows. I seem agaze with wonder. Memory burns. I see a thousand vague and sad tomorrows. None sees my sadness. No one understands How I must touch her hair with bloody hands.
