One day they’ll lay you out & then
nothing of you will be left behind
because you don’t like listening to
sweet words in rhythm
you’ll flit
through the houses of dust forever
indistinct among the other shades
Poems, Imitations & Translations
Monday
To a girl who doesn't care for poetry
Labels:
Mario Meunier,
Papyri,
poetry,
Sappho,
translation
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