Josquin des Prez
For Apolonia
Lips incapable of uttering
any phrase in vain!...
Perhaps, tonight,
Lord, I won’t pray
But instead I will
surrender my entire being so that
My soul will sink
into ineffable thoughts
And my heart will
be supremely
Attentive to the darkness.
Sustained by the
plenteous and generous grain stores of night,
I will listen to
the sublime mystical music of Josquin des Prez!
And my body, which
has never known how to weigh the gravity
Of the blood which
beats in my veins,
Will feel so light
as the joyous sylphs of the notes carry it
Towards that
indefinable quality, irrevocable, refined, involuntary, divine
Beneath the silken
swaying of the scented veils of night.
Translated from the
French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
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