In glory perishing in ashes of our urns

In glory perishing in ashes of our urns

(Translation of a poem written as a Occitan sonnet in Alexandrin. See original here or here)

13 January 2017

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

From the moon we now see clusters of dark faces

Thousand plains erected like a silvery flag

From the vein we will wipe a criss-cross of red tears

Weakness castigated pale pathway travelled through

 

The morrows that we flee, patchwork of cross stitches

From these pages written in memories displayed

On cava vein let’s press the sweet hearts abrasion

The directed vaulting into the winding cliffs

 

Harvest me from abyss in the desolate lands

When the night will darken in the nocturnal thoughts

From our sublime memories in lone peninsulas

 

Revive glimmer that shines in our diurnal jolts

Rise of old mountain tops in the staggered terrains

In glory perishing in ashes of our urns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

Halfway out of the Dark – Aesthesys

Sailing to Byzantium – Aesthesys

I am Free that is why I am Lost – Aesthesys

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