Poezie
Sonnet CLXXXII
from \"Shakespeare’s Last Imaginary Sonnets in a Visionary Translation\" by Vasile Voiculescu
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I never was an apprentice;
From the beginning, master of the word,
Only in front of you I kneel; my unique lord,
Pour your divine grace and bring justice.
Don’t wonder why I ask you to not measure,
To give me everything; you cannot sever
Your Love from Its great sisters:
The sovereign Death, the everlasting Art...
They aren’t anymore tongue twisters,
Disrupted through the world, nor odd:
From heaven, from hell, from every rest,
They snuggle within your marvel.
Pressing your heavenly body to my breast,
I embrace you three, all of the sudden...
April 23, 1955
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