I AM RUNNING
I am running a swift race:
My body is painted with the symbols of swiftness;
In my hair are the plumes of swift-flying birds;
Tight-clasped, I hold in my hand a charm.
Who is he who is running beside me?
His shadow is purple and very angry;
His shadow is very swift;
I dare not look about.
Something scarlet is bobbing before my eyes——
Something which I should remember....
Is it a beautiful flower?
Or is it ... something which I should remember?
The goal is a gleaming mountain:
Before I can touch it
I must cross a dark canyon,
I must cross the purple shadows of deep earth.