Effervescence
(Tanka)
(A melody on bright notes)
‘In the silence and peace of the
mountains
Who can know the repose of my
heart?’
Yang Su
Benignly the great moon pours the
long river
Of its merciful light into the
depths of our burning eyes.
In our breasts fresh as spring
jostle the pure words
That our lips dare not speak!
Only the touch of our hands allows
our two souls
To become the warm expansive melody
of our one and only song.
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
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