Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
Anaglyphs (English)
For O.B.
'See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.'
Alexander Pope
Summer at last! And night gliding
silent and white
over the shivering, impervious leaves!
Time's - or perhaps eternity's -
headlong assaults
on the blue memorial of the heart!
And the sudden lapping of wild grasses
in the estuary of the hours!
And the scent of memories,
of things loved, of names, of laughter so close
leaving the river of the pillow
and leaping from the surface of the blood
into the furtive trembling soul
with the innocent agility of a squirrel!
Now, a song appears from the milky marble,
a song in haste to make us see,
perfect in their entanglements,
the anaglyphs of an Egyptian god!
Summer again! Summer!
Arator's Book,
sage, rosemary and thyme,
fluid flowers above us
ruffling the subtle veil of the air,
disturbing the strict order of
August shadows!
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
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Anaglyphs (English)
Anaglyphs (English)
