'I fortuned in an evil hour to come
to the City Larissa...'
(from THE GOLDEN ASS by Lucius Apuleius.
Tr. by William Adlington)
Quaint tapestry is glimpsing on the bottom
of my heraldic dreams. A vista
of suites, a palace, on the verge of matter
and spirit of a madman.
One dream among the dreams, dim but so life-like.
Next, there was a face, white, either male or not.
My ring on someone’s finer.
Unknown grayish streets and courtyards.
Some narrow lanes and dusty vegetation.
Some barrel-vaulted rooms. The drab existence
that makes desire for a slumber
and shun the life as well as daydreams. New moon.
A fright and winged insights. My name is on his lips-
“I fortuned in an evil hour to come...”-
his care and his dreams about me,
and the black-bordered pages, which he calls his
and uses for his writings, are blazoned by my dreams.
But Via Trinobantina was always
a pure vanity. In vain,
my spirit, stirred by thoughts of him, by his,
of meeting him in person and a talk. “We both desired
for this. Like you, I’m out of the life.”
My kiss will burn his forehead. And the hour,
when he arrived in Larissa, remains...
...evil like he.
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