The Nacreous Oughts

03 April 2008

    "Night Piece (Nocturno)

Entangled in the nights of the tarn of your soul
I might litanize a web of silence and crystal
woven by insomnia's great spiders.

Cream of lustral rain in a vase of alabasters,
O mirror of purity you polish the stars
and reflect the abyss of life in a sky...

I am the errant swan of the bloody trail,
I go leaving a stain and raising a churn.

--Delmira Agustini (my tr.)

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