And that beauty I am enveloped by cries,
in a bottomless weakness I cannot be myself,
when the beauty has gone –
how can exist the I?
Missing Beauty © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Zmizelá krása"
This blog is dedicated to my original, authorial poesy, poetry in prose, musings, construals, and translations. My heart is aflame with passion for both dance and writing as channels for my creative self-expression. Both constitute a language of its kind and to my liking that metamorphizes, alchemizes and reveals the inner world. Here raises a soundless voice that yearns to be heard; here thumbs a wild heart in a dervishesque whirl. The I is poetry in motion, mine is a dance of words.
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