Lake of your soul, gem-mounted in night,
you would tell a thread of crystal and calm
spun by the huge spiders of wakeful evening.
Lustral waters born in albaster cups,
mirror of purity where the stars shine
and reflect the abyss of Life in the heavens . . .
I am the wandering swan of bleeding trails,
I’m dirtying the lakes and soaring in flight.
Delmira Agustini [Pen name JouJou] (1886 - 1914) Uruguay
Translated by Liz Henry
Source: Composite
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