Four Poems (translated by John R.G. Turner)

From Lovescapes

For Klymene

The wordless melodies,
The voiceless vocalise,
My dear it is your eyes
      Painted by skies,

It is your voice – the strange
Visions that derange
My horizontals wrecked
      My intellect –

It is your swansdown pallor
Exhaling perfume paler
Than your aroma’s quite
      Astounding white,

It’s how you pierce me through
With what you are and do,
Cadenzas that incense
      Dead innocents,
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