We looked all morning around the castle
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Starting from the shaded side,
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There where the sea
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Green and without luster — breast of a slain peacock.
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Received us like time without an opening in it
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Veins of rock dropped down from high above
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Twisted vines, naked, many — branched, coming alive!!!
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Hollow in the light
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Like a dry jar in dug earth
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At the water’s tough, while the eye following them
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Struggled to escape the tiresome rocking,
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Losing strength continually
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On the sunny side a long open beach
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And the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.
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No living thing, the wild doves gone
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And the king of Asine, whom we’ve been
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Trying to find for two years now,
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Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer,
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Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,
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Thrown here like the gold burial mask
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You touched it, remember it’s sound?
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Hollow in the light
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Like a dry jar in dug earth
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The same sound that our oars make in the sea
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The king of Asine, a void under the mask
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Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
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Under a name: «Ασιυην τε… Ασ
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ιυην τε… «And his children statues and his desires
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The fluttering of birds, and the wind
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In the gaps between his thoughts,
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And his ships anchored in a vanished port,
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Under the mask… a void!!!
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Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curls
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Carved in relief on the gold cover
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Of our existence!!!
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A dark spot that you see traveling like a fish
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In the dawn calm of the sea.
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A void everywhere with us
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And the bird that flew away last winter
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With a broken wing a bode of life,
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And the young woman who left to play
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With the dogteeth of summer,
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And the soul that sought the lower world
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Squeaking, and the country like a large
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Plane — leaf swept a long by the torrent
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Of the sun with the ancient monuments
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And the contemporary sorrow… sorrow!!!
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Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
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And from the depths of the cave
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A startled bat, hit the light
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As an arrow hits a shield:
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«Ασιυην τε… Ασιυ&#
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ην τε…»
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Could that be the king of Asine.
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And the poet lingers, looking at the stones,
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And asks himself, does there really exist
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Among these ruined lines, edges, points,
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Hollows and curves, does there really exist
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Here where one meets the path of rain,
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Wind and ruin, does there exist
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The movement of the face, shape of the
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Tenderness!!!
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Of those who’ve shrunk so strangely
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In our lives,
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Those who remained the shadow of waves
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And thoughts with the seas boundlessness,
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Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight,
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The nostalgia for the weight of
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A living existence!!!
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Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
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And from the depths of the cave
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A startled bat, hit the light
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As an arrow hits a shield:
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«Ασιυην τε… Ασιυ&#
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ην τε…»
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Could that be the king of Asine!!!
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There where we now remain unsubstantial
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Bending like the branches of a
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Terrible willow — tree heaped in?
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Permanent despair
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While the yellow current slowly
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Carries down rushes up — rooted
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In the mud?? |
image of a form that
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The sentence?? |
to everlasting bitterness
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Has turned to marble the poet a void!!!
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Behind the large eyes the curved lips
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The curls, carved in relief on the
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Cold cover of our existence!!!
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A dark spot that you see
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Traveling like a fish
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In the dawn calm of the sea.
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A void everywhere with us
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And the bird that flew away last winter
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With a broken wing abode of life.
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We’ve been searching for so carefully
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On this acropolis
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Sometimes toughing with our fingers
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His touch upon the stones.
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The king of Asine, a void under the mask
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Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
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Under a name:
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«Ασιυην τε… Ασιυ&#
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ην τε…»
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And his children statues and
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His desires the fluttering
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Of birds!!!
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Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
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And from the depths of the cave,
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A startled bat, hit the light
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As an arrow hits a shield:
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«Ασιυην τε… Ασιυ&#
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ην τε…»
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Gould that be the king of Asine!!!
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King of Asine, king of Asine!!!
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