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CLEOPATRA, THE LAST SPEECH

Par | 2018-05-25T20:15:47+00:00 17 juillet 2012|Catégories : Blog|

 

The islands are pure.
Movements and the gro­tesque begin fur­ther away,
on conti­nents.
What splen­dour ! What masks !
Later on there are pearls.
Here are figs, slave girls, bas­kets, the seven snakes.
Over there are my mother's deserts.
I have never bowed down before
the shows of form and cus­tom.
No mat­ter how often I am mul­ti­plied by empires, snails, chasms
I still remain alone and purple
– an illu­sion bet­ween the sea and the mir­ror.
Lilies are my content.
This is how far I have come to know the gods.     
This is my final mor­tal domain.
The light is high and aus­tere.
I grow towards sil­ver
                     bare­foot.
I sub­merge in the dreams of algae.
Is that death tra­vel­ling across the deep lands ?
I just hope it won't pass me by. There are for­ty veils on me.
Not a single one inside me.
My skin is dark.
 

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