Marí Antoni Poems

Now that dusk is falling you limbs are heavy
and your face motionless, the movements of your body
are like those of an old ship
with a quiet motion and an obscure journey
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My gardens, how white. How chill
the chambers. How dead is the life
all around me. Snow crystal the halls,
and like ice the courtiers' breath.
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The wind has swept the flagrance and the sounds
of the sea, and has headed towards the sky.
It has taken on the colours of night
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I didn't think I should return.
I didn't think I should ever again
look on these fields, where solitude
and abandonment govern,
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