..
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
Racines
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