Wednesday, September 25, 2013

not forgetting

                      release in me
the secret purpose I tasted deeply outside time,
           so that I may love, may love

beyond human images and all created things, beyond the single
        pulse that throbs inside me,
one now for the living and the dead; grant me,
         grant me deliverance,

to feel again the uncreated Eros
           filling my breast,
and to be to all, to things near and far away
          as the wind's sound and breath.

Angelos Sikelianos
Selected Poems
  Prayer [fragment]
Edmund Keeley and
  Philip Sherrard, translation
op. cit.

ii Valéry Lorenzo

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