Eugene Issaus Poems
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38. Three Stanzas
I feel the river of notes passing through my fingers
I delight in the water movements create by the fishes
I stroll on the meadow which ceases to be silent
I sigh on the bare wind beyond the hovering air
Alas, what turmoil has it stirred upon me,
What regrets slip out from my heart’s chambers?
When the patching shadow is cast on the mountains,
I look upon the clouds in heaven.
I see the sparks springing out from my memory
I hear the crystals of which not yet exist
The notes never go beyond the piano,
yet, they linger ...
45. night Sketches
There was not a single star in the sky
which was attentive, or even at its place
The white wolf was weary, it slacked its legs
The black wolf howled through the space—
The white wolf started, and fled along the path
almost aimlessly, almost bumped into a tree,
The black wolf quickly tracked closely behind
with tact, with its ears attentive all the time.