Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE

A Radiant Flowering (English)


for Vladimir Naumov
 
What can I say? And where can I find a pure rhythm, words
that turn old silences into streams of cantilenas?
Perhaps in the folds of things? Or in the sudden ecstasy
of blood touched by a bird's liquid wing?
 
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
30.12.05.


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A Radiant Flowering (English)

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