The line
that remained, that
became true: . . . your
house in Paris — become
the alterpiece of your hands.
Breathed through thrice,
shone through thrice.
……………….
It’s turning dumb, turning deaf
behind our eyes.
I see the poison flower
in all manner of words and shapes.
Go. Come.
Love blots out its name: to
you it ascribes itself.
Tr. Michael Hamburger
End of the poem
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- Nanny’s Cow by William Barnes
- Farmers Market by Mary TallMountain
- Ольга Берггольц – Полуночная
- Олег Бундур – Родня
- The Withdrawal by Robert Lowell
- Inscription For The Tomb Of Mr. Hamilton by William Cowper
- Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn by William Shakespeare
- The most noble bird, wife by Mukeshkumar Raval
- My Views of Man by Ronald G. Auguste
- Огюст Барбье – Известность
- Валерий Брюсов – Гнутся высокие лотосы
- София Парнок – Он ходит с женщиной в светлом
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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