My Heart Is with Your Dews, Homeland
My heart is with your dews, homeland,
At night, above fields of nettles
And to the scent of cypresses and wet thistle
A hidden wing shall I spread out.
Soft sand-cradles are your roads
Spread out between fences of acacias,
As though across pure silk
Forever shall I move on them
Gripped by an unresolved spell,
And transparent skies whisper
Over…
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