Sunday, June 12, 2016

The perpetually burning building

A white doe on the green grass

A white doe on the green grass 
appeared to me, with two golden horns, 
between two rivers, 
in the shade of a laurel, 
when the sun was rising in an unripe season.

Her look was so sweet and proud 
that to follow her I left every task, 
like the miser who as he seeks treasure 
sweetens his trouble with delight.

"Let no one touch me," she bore 
written with diamonds and topazes 
around her lovely neck. 
"It has pleased my Caesar to make me free."

And the sun had already turned at midday
my eyes were tired
by looking but not sated, 
when I fell into the water, and she