No rest For Love
(Ed1)
The time
for the river-watered quinces
in the gardens of the chaste virgins
and
for the blossoms beneath the shady vine shoots
to burst, is
Spring
But as for
Me,
Eros leaves me no time for resting
and,
Bursting with the fires of lightning
He rushes from Aphrodite’s isle
inside northern gales
Crazed,
Scorching,
Cavernous and
Bold
and keeps a guard’s firm hold of my
heart.
