A DOUA ALUNGARE - Referate preferate de pe la voi adunate

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EUGEN EVU
Mariana Zavati Gardner
TEANDRA
The poet’s flame has three points
The one above, which enters the first into heaven,
Then the one of the heart; the sisters of light
Are of the temples, two.
Summer rocks the worlds
And decants the miracle.
Light, Wound of Sight
Through the high grasses, under the forests
Of the psycho storms, far into words,
In the rainy lands of
A vague longing of nobody – that is
In the rare and splendid hours of watching
And the patience that’s given to man
From the above, from heavens
Jumps like the garland of a coloured fire
Being of unuttered beauty
And from wings that don’t burn in the fire
Is bestowed to us, on the threshold of love,
The illumination, pronouncing our name.
Vouching, again and again, the first ones ordered
From before words
From the high sound of the Primordial
We refill from the wound of the Sight