On A Ray Of Winter Light

7

The flame is healed by flame

not in the dripping of moments but in a flash, at once;

like the desire that merged with another desire

and they both stayed fixated

or like

the rhythm of music that stays

there at the center, like a statue

motionless.

This breath is not a passing of life

it’s ruled by a thunderbolt.

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Ο
Δωδεκάλογος του Γύφτου του Κωστή Παλαμά σε μετάφραση μου για πρώτη φορά
στη Β. Αμερική. Το πιο δύσκολο έργο που έχω μεταφράσει ποτέ. Παρ’ όλα
αυτά το αποτέλεσμα είναι υπέροχο όσο και το πρωτότυπο. /// The Twelve
Narratives of the Gypsy, by Kostis Palamas, in my translation for the
first time in N. America; the most difficult translation I’ve ever done.
Yet the end result stands as gracefully and as beautifully as its
original.

Blythe Baird, Φεμινισμός τσέπης