Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE

Khosrow Anushirvan



for Nathan

 

'My fingers are springs, cooling your cheek'


Athanase Vantchev de Thracy

 

You live in my eyes, in my nighttime voice,

in the azure palaces of King Anushirvan,

You, my Prince, swooning image of a silent shadow

hunched over the ruins of time.

 

Outside, in the pools, the country of water lilies,

my Zoroastrian soul has begun to write your life story.

 

translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy

26.10.07.

 

NORTON HODGES, 22 WEST RD, OAKHAM, LEICS, LE15 6LU


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