Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
Quivering (English)
'And be, till then, my joy...my heaven.'
Amelia Opie, Secret Love
Heavy upon us this morning lies
the warm singing of the cicadas,
heavy too this life moving forward under the greenery
and seeking out our shoulders where it will leave
its intangible burden of simple words
and syllables moist as the sky in our eyes!
It is the time when the tree
of all tenderness grows tall in our hands
and heightens with its translucent sap
the crimson tissue of our lips!
Seeds of azure, taciturn flowers
grow in us
like caresses.
We are fragile flames dancing in the hands of the sun,
insubstantial shadows suddenly thrown
into the solemn music of a kiss!
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
12.04.06.
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Quivering (English)
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