I lived at the end of the Phthia , and I commanded the Dolopians.
The river was that of rain and the earth seemed a continuous sand desert.
Trojan enchanted the dreams of our children, their ball rolling stone in silence
- the Mediterranean dark purple to wear veils.
I waited for the verdict of the oracles
flight of a bird, fish guts
I was waiting for heaven gapes
I lived at the end of the Phthia , and I commanded the Dolopians.
They said: Do not touch the unclean woman
do not put our finger in his blood hungry
Wait for the verdict oracles
while bent at the end:
branches of laurel, wheat heads
while writhing:
the vines, trunks of olive trees
In the hot blue steel blades lifted
sail boats
's lament Virgil.
Monday, December 20, 2010.
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