Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
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for Prince Rawiri
'You're waiting for a letter that never comes.'
Manolis Anagnostakis
The gentle movements of your body,
the sweet murmur of your footsteps in the sand,
your lips open like a blood-red pomegranate
on the satin smooth velvet of the sky,
O Prince of my soul,
these are things I love best when I hear them fill
the trembling breeze with their melody,
these are things I love to meditate upon
under the pious light of the stars.
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
December 2007
for Prince Rawiri
'You're waiting for a letter that never comes.'
Manolis Anagnostakis
The gentle movements of your body,
the sweet murmur of your footsteps in the sand,
your lips open like a blood-red pomegranate
on the satin smooth velvet of the sky,
O Prince of my soul,
these are things I love best when I hear them fill
the trembling breeze with their melody,
these are things I love to meditate upon
under the pious light of the stars.
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
December 2007
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