Under the cage of violet moon
That stir of time and eternity
Raising glasses on the Spanish night
The vibrant flamenco, feel of psaltery
The shining meek Cuban Cajon
And your liquid finesse , silent and starving.
Spiral black orchid of the Celtic night
Smooth, lascivious you waltzed
Transitory, caught in a net of kisses
My unease annihilated, as you glittered
And brushed your Napoli scarf
Smelling Fiori di capri, encumbered Carthusian delight
Starry child , incite the immutable poet
To a cascade of ricochet, delicate as Sherry..
Translating Tagore. Again.
1 year ago