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It’s spring, I leave a street where poplars are astonished,
Where air is blue just like the linen bundleA discharged patient takes from hospital,Where dusk is empty, like a broken tale,Abandoned by a star, without conclusion,So that expressionless, unfathomable,A thousand clamouring eyes are in confusion.
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I also loved, and the restless breaths
Out of the park would downward driftTo the ravine, on to the archipelagoOf meadows, sinking from sight amongWormwood, mint and quails beneath the wispy mist.And the broad sweep of adoration’s wing grewHeavy and drunken, as though stung by shot,Floundered into the air and, shuddering, fell short,Scattering across the fields as dew.And then the dawn was…
On winter pavements I will pound
Will let the ceiling hear their sound,Damp corners-read them, one by one.The attic will repeat my themesAnd bow to winter with my lines,And send leapfrogging to the beamsBad luck and oddities and signs.Snow will not monthly sweep and fallAnd cover up beginnings, ends.One day I’ll suddenly recall:The sun exists! Will see new trends,Will see-the world…
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From early morning-nonsense
With dampness in the eveningAnd sunsets in the rain.Deep sighing of the darknessAnd choking swallowed tears,A railway engine’s callingDown from the sixteenth verst.Outside and in the gardenA short fast-darkening day;Small breakages and lossesIn true September way.In daytime autumn’s vastnessBeyond the stream is rentBy wailing in the graveyard,By anguish and lament.But when the widow’s sobbingIs carried…
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I never found them again — the things so quickly lost….
face…. in the dusk of the street….I never found them again — the things acquired quite by chance,that I gave up so lightly;and that later in agony I wanted.The poetic eyes, the pale face,those lips, I never found again.
At midnight, when suddenly you hear
with exquisite music, voices,don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,work gone wrong, your plansall proving deceptive—don’t mourn them uselessly:as one long prepared, and full of courage,say goodbye to her, to Alexandria who is leaving.Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t sayit was a dream, your ears deceived you:don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.As one…
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When I went to that house of pleasure
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.I went into the secret roomsand lounged and lay on their beds.I went into the secret roomsconsidered shameful even to name.But not shameful to me -because if they were,what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?I’d rather be an ascetic. That would be more in…
He became completely degraded. His erotic tendency,
(but innate for all that) , was the cause of it:society was totally prudish.He gradually lost what little money he had,then his social standing, then his reputation.Nearly thirty, he had never worked a full year—at least not at a legitimate job.Sometimes he earned enough to get byacting the go-between in deals considered shameful.He ended up…
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The Lanis you loved, Markos, isn’t here
The Lanis you loved is closer to youwhen you’re in your room at home and you look at his portrait—the portrait that still keeps something of what was valuable in him,something of what it was you used to love.Remember, Markos, that time you brought inthe famous Kyrenian painter from the Proconsul’s palace?What artistic subtlety he…
And if I can’t speak about my love-
still your face that I keep within my heart,the sound of your voice that I keep within my mind,the days of September rising in my dreams,give shape and colour to my words, my sentences,whatever theme I touch, whatever thought I utter.
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi
the rival Ptolemaic kings. After they had received themhowever, the priests were uneasy about the oracle. They will needall their experience to compose it with astuteness,which of the two, which of such two will be displeased.And they hold secret councils at nightand discuss the family affairs of the Lagidae.But see, the envoys have returned. They…
Too bad that, cut out as you are
this unfair fate of yoursnever helps you out, always prevents your success;that cheap habits get in your way,pettiness, or indifference.And how terrible the day you give in(the day you let go and give in)and take the road for Susato find King Artaxerxes,who, propitiously, gives you a place at his courtand offers you satrapies and things…
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
Why isn’t anything happening in the senate?Why do the senators sit there without legislating?Because the barbarians are coming today.What laws can the senators make now?Once the barbarians are here, they’ll do the legislating.Why did our emperor get up so early,and why is he sitting at the city’s main gateon his throne, in state, wearing the…