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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.