There’s a pile’a apples in the trough,
many cooked, though
baiting, still, and
many ever faking taking, conter-fitting
lover looked. Living
bodies, in the brooke.
maker yellow platform shoes and
glassy, pebbled foot,
There’s a pile of goosegreen apples,
Rosa Luxemburg’s love letter to Leo Jogisches:
I sense that every word concerning the most stupid business is twice, no ten, a hundred times more interesting to you than my pouring out my whole heart to you. Mention the [Polish Socialist Party], and your eyes light up. Write about myself, that I’m tired, that I miss you, and it’s quite different.
Well, I’m going to be strict! I mean it. I’ve been thinking about our relationship, and once I’m back I’ll take you so firmly in hand that you’ll squeal. Just wait and see! I’m going to terrorize you mercilessly. You must humble yourself, give in, bend, if our relationship is to continue. I must break you, tame you, or I won’t put up with you any longer. You’re an angry man, and, having finally figured you out, I’m as sure of it as that night follows day. I’ll wipe that anger out of you, so help me God. I’ve the right to do it because I’m ten times better than you, and because I’m aware of it, I’ve all the more right to condemn this trait in you. I’ll terrorize you without pity until you soften and have feelings and treat other people as any simple, decent man would.I love you above anything else in the world and at the same time have no mercy for your faults. So remember and watch out! I’ve gotten myself a rug beater and will start to beat you the minute I get home.
I know all this doesn’t make much sense to you, but I’ll explain when I see you. To start my reign of terror - remember, be good! Write tender, good letters, have a little humility, deign to tell me that you love me. Don’t be afraid of humiliating yourself. You gave me three cents’ worth more love today than I gave you yesterday. So what? Don’t be afraid and ashamed to show your feelings out of fear that I won’t be responsive enough. That is, if you have feelings. If you don’t, I can’t force anything. Learn to kneel spiritually, not only when I call you with open arms but also when I turn my back on you.In brief, be generous, lavish, squander your love on me. I demand it! Unfortunately your constant company is ruining my character, but this makes me even more eager to fight you. Remember, you must surrender because the might of my love will conquer you anyhow. My own, keep well, I hold you in my arms and cover you with kisses.