translated by Steven Reese--
A new and amazing bilingual book, just out from Etruscan Press.
Here's a sample poem.
Icarus
He ascends like air, higher and higher,
and from far off sees ground divided, the strife
within a sip of grace, one part our life
and the other a fleet and fierce desire.
What happens? You know what happens solely
in your ascent? You don't know, and if you do,
you know less well by far that those birds who go
beating small wings to fly across the pole.
To watch the earth go its way, but soulful
like a showing of innermost power,
of a living more deep and multiple.
One must rise and rise, and rise, and see there
in the highest of mirrors the wide well
where it thickens, dreamless, all that we are.
p. 107
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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