THE INVISIBLE CREATURE IN THE SUNSETS OF WILLIAM TURNER Comments

Don't you see my face tangled in the threads of sunsets
Making the valleys and the mountains shake?
The way is the wheel of autumn stuck among walnuts,
And the day is a deep bellow,
Fire of wings watched by time and the prairie.
The sky already comes near with the first note of the strings,
Already the river is a golden bird among the rushes.
In the dream of Orion there are stars awakening,
And I see burning ships on the sea,
Castles of Carthage destroyed, broken stones on the grass,
Ancient trees under the glitter of my blue eyes.

Turner knows what the lighting said before the light blocked up the
afternoon.

My hands have rendered the colors of your two Poles,
The souls of hell have embellished this sunset
And have taken my music along the sands
As far as the mouths of the cliffs.
Draw near your body, clear as a fruit under the rain
And let your lips become golden, flaunt this sun
Illumining the wide eyes of autumn.
Kiss this eternity drinking with its lips
All the shores of the world.
Do not let the torches go out again,
Or the strangest of mirrors torn from the tides
Be darkened.
Search in its bottom a lighted-up deer,
A radiant pupil the color of birds
In the islands of Homer.
It is almost night in the bitter faces of the statues,
And under the mortal passions your name burns
And hovers over the sea like moss on a stone
And sprinkles the ashy heart of the first star.
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