Nikos Engonopoulos | Hymn to the Glory of the Women We Love
Nikos Engonopoulos, 'Poet and Muse' (1939) Dans les peuples vraimant libres, les femmes sont libres et adorées. SAINT-JUST T. the women we love are like pomegranates they come and find us at night when it rains with their breasts they eliminate our solitude deep in our hair they submerge and adorn it like tears like bright seashores like pomegranates the women we love are swans their parks flourish in our hearts alone their wings are the wings of angels their sculpted forms are our bodies the lovely tree groves are they themselves as they stand on the tip of their great feet they approach us and it is as if we are kissed on the eyes by swans the women we love are lakes through their reed-...