THE VIOLIN
The light came and the young man
recognized himself
~ D. Solomos

Their hands reversed your dress that excited
their fantasy. In your royal gown they defiled you,
the glorified, and they condemned you, the master.
~ V. Hugo
In each child, in each dawn, the holy imagination
is reborn
~Lenau

Day and night my mind
became such a sea wave.
Men of different races
call me a gypsy; the gypsies
call me of a different race
the workers call me lazy
the golden-hearted cry for me
the revellers don’t want me
the healthy called me invalid
the invalid called me clown
dreamers looked at me with
strange eyes as if I started
an improper, foreign dream
as I pass the ghosts despise
my body and like a curse…

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