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| Marianne Stokes, Aucassin and Nicolette |
the Sun has risen.
We await in arid darkness
you expectant,
me despairing.
Why so impatient
when the first timid rays
can already be seen by the meadows?
Life must become beautiful yet.
Once the noisy caravans have gone
all the windows will be open in our house
with the scent of northern rain
subtly pouring in
There we will meet
the sickly lady from the North
the uncomplicated man of the South
the cold of her touch
warmed by his gentle burning
the sadness in his gaze
dissolved by the light of her laughter
There we will meet
by the ancient fig tree
no shadows between us
no fearful thoughts
or the curse of not knowing
So so beautiful. It reminds me of something ancient and lovely, of a distant time we all long for.
ReplyDeleteOh that's lovely to hear, what it reminds you of, it gives me also a new perspective where to look at it from. Thank you.
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