A Lament

A Lament long poem

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One Life, one Fate, one Love…
That one-time, ravishing, sudden love,
peeling the layers of years lived
in apathy, finally reaching your soul;
Times, when you were anonymous
to yourself, walking hollow and weary
in penumbra of your life;
And that one-time love, thrown
at the mercy of Fate to decide its lasting;
Upon forehead from birth engraved:
“Predestined life you do not own.”

Why give light to heart and then
torture it with such cruelty? —
Leave it there in its blindness,
in that comfortable slumber to dream,
but never live it. —
Do not tease it mercilessly with impermanence;
Fate! You, thief of immortal dreams! —
Forget about me; for I died,
both for my dreams and my love.

No inflamed fluidity is rushing hungry
to my heart – my blood congealed
in putrid purple veins, inert;
Do you see mirrors to heaven in my eyes?
Does my heart pulsate in rhythm of celestial bliss?
Does it flutter its wings in sync with the angelic Cupid?
Does it surrender itself to Love in ecstasy,
to relish the nectar of Life?
No! You cannot perturb my comfort with illusions now!
I no longer dream, nor hope for Beauty!

Do not seduce this heart with Hope —
Look, how well preserved it is beneath
the icy triangle; its icicles will pierce your warmth,
it won’t dissolve again under your touch;
You, phantasmagoric, delicious delirium of the past!
Were you ever real or mind-conceived I wonder,
when I was undulating lost-and found in your oceans,
eyes crystalline – mirrors to my soul;
When I touched you and felt myself alive, —
Were you real then? Was I, too?
For now, even death is more alive than I am.

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Mihaela Pirjol lives in Paphos, on the Island of Cyprus —Aphrodite’s birthplace—a peaceful town, rich in culture and mythology, beautiful seashores, and abundant all-year-round sunshine: the poetic inspiration for her sensitive soul. She discovered her passion for Poetry at the age of ten, when the school offered to her a volume of poems by Rainer Maria Rilke. Mihaela Pirjol's Books:1. 'Metamorphosis' (available on amazon.com)2. 'Undulations' (available on amazon.com)amazon.com/author/mihaelapirjol
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A deep sorrow lurks in the background of this beautiful poem, which touches the heart…



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