Poems, Imitations & Translations

Sunday

Oresteia - Chorus (10)



Cassandra:

Noise is like flame
the only way
to fill

our emptiness
When it grows loud
the soul is overwhelmed

by quiet
Maybe noise
is all we have

lighting
& extinguishing
our faith

in death
When life is silent
we fear to feel

Except for noise
we dare not admit chaos
nothing

noise


[Sampled from Yao Liya [Yulia], "Noise" (22/4/08)]


[Michael Cacoyannis: Iphigenia (1977)]

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