"The rape of the eyes. Threnody XV


The rape of the eyes. Threnody XV
This poem I dedicate to sister Monica

Like the horse rider,
who is sitting on the black horse,
the death is kidnapping. A bandit,
who won’t allow to live again.

The horse rides steadily
and another goes rapidly.
It’s like a bad dream,
when it comes between...

Between five persons
to take one of them
saying us honestly,
that it will come again.

You rape my eyes, the death.
Why You have done it?
Maybe it is the great grace
and now I have the retreat.
                                     Wed. 23 – rd Oct. 2013 about 9.30
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