Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
The Nameless
To Anicet
In the eucalyptus branches
The loud cicada people with transparent wings
Bend the fair head of summer towards night.
A crystal song,
Sweet as the murmuring of prairies
Rises in my body.
Speak, sing, my tongue,
Your poem will map the heart's path
Towards the incorruptible souls!
You, melody, a well for thirst,
Fall for immortality!
O the leap of simple words,
Clear water,
Gentle movement,
High spout of blood
Become ode, perfume and offering!
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Peter Hill
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The Nameless
The Nameless
