“I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
“Brown Penny” (fragment) by W. B. Yeats.
I told the Abyss about the lines of your face.
Just as slim-rough silhouettes
that draw hills
with their mountains and veins.
Sweet river flowing as your image
flows into me.
Gracious shaped light ray.
I’ve never heard
the heart beating of a landscape before,
until your sempiternal presence appeared.
How confusing can beauty be
and get mankind scared and let all bravery behind.
But now, dear knight, I’m standing in front of your eyes
and for a moment I think
the world starts once more.