The image of the evening is so ascetic.
It is sad but good, my Lord!
Around the sun St.Francis’ wounds,
The lilac trees smell of “l’Origan”.
I stand up, a fierce man, paleolithic,
A string of flying cranes in autumn…
Beyond the sea, beyond evening, far away,
Francis’ wounds smell of jasmine.
Why is my suffering wooden? Christ,
You taught me a lunatic love!
With dove in hand, unrecognized
I’ll slip away, mocked by the earth and by love.
Oh, pain festers in my feet, hands, and in my wounded chest,
Black drops of blood under the thorns on my head…
Oh, love – the painful lines of evening,
Oh the dizzying smells of lilacs in the May night!
(Jonas Aistis)
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