Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
Your Voice, Marquise (English)
To Nicole Lemaire d'Agaggio
"O beata solitudo, o sola beatitudo"
"O happy solitude, o lonely happiness"
St Bernard of Clairvaux
To the point of madness I loved your voice, marquise,
Where the zephyr mixed its gracious cool
With the liquid trembling of wings and colours,
Changing the choir of words to pain and haunted fear.
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Peter Hill
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Your Voice, Marquise (English)
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