'I am Raftery the poet.
Full of hope and love.'
Anthony Raftery
The echo of your small steps on the old wooden stairs
is like the song of tiny drops of rain
drumming on thirsty leaves
one June day.
Yes, they beat to the same rhythm as
the infinite, quivering, generous
universe outside!
I open the door, clasp you to my breast
and suddenly your radiant face
becomes a rushing stream
under the warmth of my fingers!
I feel my soul climb to the very edge of my lips
ready to kiss the music of your bird's breath,
the pure light of your eyes
so full of bliss!
The noon sky rushes
past the window glistening with joy
and comes to us smiling,
fragrant with misty dew
to bless our love!
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy
by Norton Hodges
21.02.06.
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