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Ivan Blatný

Lewis Turco - Terzanelle in Thunderweather (tercinella, hybrid terciny a villanelly, v originále)

6. února 2008 v 21:16 | Lewis Turco |  Villanelly
This is the moment when shadows gather
under the elms, the cornices and eaves.
This is the center of thunderweather.

The birds are quiet among these white leaves
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily
under the elms, the cornices, and eaves--

these are our voices speaking guardedly
about the sky, of the sheets of lightning
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily

into our lungs, across our lips, tightening
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark
about the sky, of the sheets of lightening

that illuminate moments. In the stark
shades we inhibit, there are no words for
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark

of things we cannot say, cannot ignore.
This is the moment when shadows gather,
shades we inhibit. There are no words, for
this is the center of thunderweather.

převzato z http://www.gryphonsmith.com/fileg/verse/Terzanelle.html
 

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