The Dreadful Angel

Miklós Radnóti

1943

The dreadful angel in me is invisible
today, his screeching almost still.
You startle at its whisper. Is it
someone come to pay a visit
or a grasshopper tapping at the sill?
It’s he. Oh, he is careful now,
preparing for the season of his fury.
Defend me, if you love me; love me
chivalrously. When you’re with me he’ll cower,
but when you leave he…
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