by Stanislas Rodanski
In me the world dies
Slow retreat of flowing light
That reveals nacred plains of night
What milk aglow in virgin breast
What shivering roses in my twilit skies
Die off beautiful flowers of evening
Dangerous gardens crafty traps to catch the traveler
In the name of my Love shall flee visions of love
In the name of my anguish fear shall falter
Mouth agape too humanly on phantom lips
Wanderer forgotten in our familiar prisons
Crude music of infernal alarms
I pass along the worlds in-between
My desire a-times a bursting fanfare in the heart of mystery
Urged by mortal necessity
My heart turns to ice
Angel of despair crying out
But lacking words to summon the Word
The conjuration wherein vibrates the universe
Holy name that defies language!
And man overthrown clings to the land of his suffering
My drifting island where cries a Thulean king
The columns of the world shall never break
I am haunted by profound nostalgia
Oh sister from the land of the seas
An old regret washes over your eyes
Strange shining wherein my suffering is seen:
My lover my friend I must go again:
Where are you?
Translated by Christopher Rosales-Renault.
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