Ivan Kovacs Poems

CIRCE
Elisabeth Eybers
Translated from the Afrikaans by Iván Kovács
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My thoughts drift like diaphanous mists above a marshland,
Where Time keeps weaving endless variations of an unending theme.
Time past, time present, and time future lose their significance,
And become part of the fabric of Life's intricate dream.
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At long last Ithaca had become a haven
And the long hours spent sitting on the portico
Were no longer idleness but a fulfilment.
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