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For the blue flash and the moments
Benedetta
the young for the old
That is tragedy
And for one beautiful day there was peace.
Brancusi’s bird
In the hollow of pine trunks
or when the snow was like sea foam
Twilit sky leaded with elm boughs.
Under the Rupe Tarpeia
weep out your jealousies –
To make a church
or an altar to Zagreus [Zaygeus]
son of Semele
Without jealousy
like the double arch of a window
Or some great colonnade.
M’amour, m’amour
what do I love
where are you?
That I lost my centre
fighting the world.
The dreams clash
and are shattered -
and that I tried to make a paradiso
terrestre.