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Outside sleep
lie the borders.
Come, let us cross them.
***
lie the borders.
Come, let us cross them.
***
[To Calvos]
Danaides,
air of wasps
in the nests of the face.
***
Look at the Poem:
Body in the line of fire,
because of its Credo.
***
If you persist,
the King of Winds
preparing your reckoning.
***
The apparition,
multi-layered bloom,
holy, secret.
***
The miracle,
following the onslaught of tears:
After the rain.
***
Flooded with light,
where points and pierces
the inexotable arrow.
***
There where you bend low
are the echoes
of intangible love.
***
The snake,
its hue mother-of-pearl
suddenly shotn of its skin.
***
The knotted chord,
obvious habit,
finally Divine Love.
air of wasps
in the nests of the face.
***
Look at the Poem:
Body in the line of fire,
because of its Credo.
***
If you persist,
the King of Winds
preparing your reckoning.
***
The apparition,
multi-layered bloom,
holy, secret.
***
The miracle,
following the onslaught of tears:
After the rain.
***
Flooded with light,
where points and pierces
the inexotable arrow.
***
There where you bend low
are the echoes
of intangible love.
***
The snake,
its hue mother-of-pearl
suddenly shotn of its skin.
***
The knotted chord,
obvious habit,
finally Divine Love.
Translated by Ariadne Maria Vraila
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