marți, 22 februarie 2011

Whirling Mane


Callous forest

By bitter renunciations
The wind of life is blowing you
You have no way.

I am lost inside you
I am alone and I yell
I want to find a way
Even though stones break.

In the breast of my moment
So frightened
Armies gather
With all their forces.

A clatter of hoofs
Heats the valley and the cliff
The callous forest
Shatters in its way.

There, where the hoof hit
A spring rushes out
Thousands of springs sing
With rustle and thrill,

The light of reason, the flame of will
Which they water
Towards the sea aim it
On the whirling mane
Of the blue horse
Mount or die!

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