longfenglim wrote:
To Miss Lisa (revised)
As Epicycles in Epicycles
My thoughts travels-
Luminous wanderer, Celestial Orbs,
revolving
In that nexus between noetic perfection
and the world
Avril est le mois plus cruel,
Il engender des lilas jaillissant de la terre morte,
Il mêle souvenance et désir,
Il réveille par ses pluies de printemps les racines inertes.
J’ai fait un pacte avec prostitution
Afin de semer le désordre dans les familles.
Je lui ai dit : Denkend aan Lisa
zie ik breede rivieren
traag door oneindig
laagland gaan,
rijen ondenkbaar
ijle populieren
als hooge pluimen
aan den einder staan
The night carried on,
And we were one, as in the beginning.
From this primeval unity came
Rushing, as a deluge, an explosion,
Which fills the empty nothingness of space
With primitive matter.
And all have been made,
And all was good,
Evening and Morning
The sixth day.
In the shaded streets at the periphery
of the civilised world
I see her
Pale-
A gold cross between her breast,
Resting-
between the mountains Sinai and Cavalry
--Who art thou?
--I am the Pimander
mind of the Great One,
What dost thou seek?
What wouldst thou know?
Lo que está más abajo
es como lo que está arriba,
y lo que está arriba
es como lo que está abajo.
Actúan para cumplir
los prodigios del Uno.
A line of Silver powder.
I had not thought that Death,
That cat inside my head
(Whose form changes faster, alas,
Than the human heart),
Would send me a rosy wreath,
In hopes that between my breasts,
The ichor-teeming and life giving breast,
She will fend off against the withering.
Death, who had undone so many,
Death, she, the Theotokos-
Adjuro te, draco nequissime,
in nomine Agni immaculati!
I forsake thee, reality,
Come sweet dreams,
From you I shall forge
A mighty and an iridescent ring
I shall transmute
The Aurelian ore of hallucination
From the base thing
Of the mondial.
Serpentine and Smaragdine Beast-
Bêtise! She coils around me
- Strangling me!-
And I grasp at nothing!
Sun! Sun! --I need light!
No light, but darkness visible-
- I felt her hands
- Cold
- Her lips
- Glacial
- Beating
- The Pleroma
- And Silence
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