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)
A Radiant Flowering (English)