Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
SIENNA (English)
Sienna
The bells of a church in Sienna
early in the morning
and suddenly
the limitless depths of God's presence
in my throat,
in my fingers
a dizzying tenderness
for the terrible fate of Christ, nailed to a wall!
Light that beats against my temples
once more and always,
Light!
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
14.07.08.
The bells of a church in Sienna
early in the morning
and suddenly
the limitless depths of God's presence
in my throat,
in my fingers
a dizzying tenderness
for the terrible fate of Christ, nailed to a wall!
Light that beats against my temples
once more and always,
Light!
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
14.07.08.
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