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'...and it’s we who look to see what
the beauty is.'
Charles Olson
How the air is full of moon,
how cool it is tonight
under the tall palms.
The sand has opened its heart
and the whole land is
pure song!
Come, my love,
sing with me,
let me pour my melody
onto your skin
like a fine wine
that trickles where
it will.
Let this poem be a breeze
kissing
the river
of your veins,
O my Love,
my diamond,
so silent, so untried.
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges |
