Midnight, and finishing a fourth translation
this night, I get a modicum of peace and calm
from the sorrows, regrets and desires that have
raged through my mind across the hours
of the late evening. I have taken the words
of the dead and with them quenched that
tempest which, for darkling time, was me,
this night, I get a modicum of peace and calm
from the sorrows, regrets and desires that have
raged through my mind across the hours
of the late evening. I have taken the words
of the dead and with them quenched that
tempest which, for darkling time, was me,
now brimming with borrowed peace.
31.07.2023
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