Started translating Yeats, his longing
words reaching beyond for something
more than this solid world, yet failing
ended up with Rilke & a broken torso
of lost colours; the past and what was
lost, embedded in that fragment
of a sculptor's work and his world -
and Rilke's poem another fragment
of a world on the edge of being lost,
obscured, misty like the vision of Yeats.
19.06.2024
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