| Behold the lily repeating itself eternally Three lilies in one the divine bouquet, So many more bouquets a wedding and a deathbed All the weddings and funerals the same lily. Out of the lily my love the bridal dance, Out of the lily the funeral procession, Like a dragon with a thousand heads the lily Leaps out eternally to meet us. The wind carries the lily seeds Lilies sprout from the stones of the great boulevards Lilies burst from the smooth plastered walls And out of the sun that burns us. Like some eternal stalks the rays, The eye itself is a lily and its core is empty, Sight looks out through the white petals Where acid has eaten its way. by Ileana Mãlãncioiu.
This poem , by Ileana Mãlãncioiu, is taken from the Southword edition of After the Raising of Lazarus, translated by Dr. Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin. |
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