Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
Khosrow Anushirvan
for Nathan
'My fingers are springs, cooling your cheek'
Athanase Vantchev de Thracy
You live in my eyes, in my nighttime voice,
in the azure palaces of King Anushirvan,
You, my Prince, swooning image of a silent shadow
hunched over the ruins of time.
Outside, in the pools, the country of water lilies,
my Zoroastrian soul has begun to write your life story.
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy
26.10.07.
NORTON HODGES, 22 WEST RD, OAKHAM, LEICS, LE15 6LU
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Khosrow Anushirvan
Khosrow Anushirvan