SEXTUS PROPERTIUS
IT’S BEAUTIFUL IN SICILY IN THE SPRING WHEN THE LEMON TREES ARE IN BLOOM
SEPTEMBER SIXTEENTH
PLUMERIA ACUTIFOLIA
THE CITY WAS SPARKLING
THE HORSES
AMBER
NEVER MAKE FRIENDS WITH A CROW
THE SNOW WHIRLS OVER THE COURTYARD’S ROSES
THE ANGELS IN KARIS
PROCRIS

Don’t take my name in vain
The crowned head looks at the world
Sink your fingers into the darkness of my fur
Irsk. Noise above rail yard
Bow before the mountain ash
When Laika, abandoned in space, barks
The sun rises

God’s back has collapsed particles
The wind howls, plays the saw, bends the hazed horizon
Heaven must be demolished
Let the waves lash and smash down the wall
The novice worries on the monastery wall
In real life I am here