-- : --
Зарегистрировано — 131 648Зрителей: 73 549
Авторов: 58 099
On-line — 14 799Зрителей: 3016
Авторов: 11783
Загружено работ — 2 257 765
«Неизвестный Гений»
Apoteosi di Orfeo
Пред.![]() |
Просмотр работы: |
След.![]() |
Music: Agni Agnellius - Apoteosi di Orfeo
Poetry & photo collage: Agni Agnellius
________________________
Apollo Caelestis
Heavenly Apollo,
Orpheus of immortal stars.
Breath after storms,
holy consolation...
Your royal crown -
floating city in skies...
Light of diadem - flowering of myrtle,
honey crowd of flowering lime trees...
Oaks of silver-clothed dews -
garments of my God...
My dream...
he became embody…
But is it flesh?
Cast firmament of sapphire water
of another awakening...
O, the ascension of words in common love -
a breath of Word
after the storms...
Holy consolation -
Your gaze in beams
of flowering by the eternity in the temple
of sacred limes...
________________________
the time passes up...
...the streams of the wind - the sky
the tears and the sun...
________________________
o, jardin d'hiver
lumiere de cristal - espace
des cordes d'argent...
________________________
Elegy 18
King Sun marching in the dance
is haloed by planets in the Milky Way.
Helios! Your benevolent gesture
is sent down to nymphs of Ceres.
They are contemplating your face
in silence. Dispassionate is your virtue,
Phaeto! Heraclites would gain
enlightenment from this music of light
which unveiled your path to the far-lands
the dwelling of the Night. O, Hesperia!
Your dance is wild like the Ocean calling.
A virgin once heard the same motive
near the walls of Carthago,
entered the flames of the eternal Sun’s bed.
Don’t cry from love even at your death-time, Dido.
The rainbow goes down to you from Lato,
Who gave birth to Apollo.
Poetry & photo collage: Agni Agnellius
________________________
Apollo Caelestis
Heavenly Apollo,
Orpheus of immortal stars.
Breath after storms,
holy consolation...
Your royal crown -
floating city in skies...
Light of diadem - flowering of myrtle,
honey crowd of flowering lime trees...
Oaks of silver-clothed dews -
garments of my God...
My dream...
he became embody…
But is it flesh?
Cast firmament of sapphire water
of another awakening...
O, the ascension of words in common love -
a breath of Word
after the storms...
Holy consolation -
Your gaze in beams
of flowering by the eternity in the temple
of sacred limes...
________________________
the time passes up...
...the streams of the wind - the sky
the tears and the sun...
________________________
o, jardin d'hiver
lumiere de cristal - espace
des cordes d'argent...
________________________
Elegy 18
King Sun marching in the dance
is haloed by planets in the Milky Way.
Helios! Your benevolent gesture
is sent down to nymphs of Ceres.
They are contemplating your face
in silence. Dispassionate is your virtue,
Phaeto! Heraclites would gain
enlightenment from this music of light
which unveiled your path to the far-lands
the dwelling of the Night. O, Hesperia!
Your dance is wild like the Ocean calling.
A virgin once heard the same motive
near the walls of Carthago,
entered the flames of the eternal Sun’s bed.
Don’t cry from love even at your death-time, Dido.
The rainbow goes down to you from Lato,
Who gave birth to Apollo.
Голосование:
Суммарный балл: 0
Проголосовало пользователей: 0
Балл суточного голосования: 0
Проголосовало пользователей: 0
Проголосовало пользователей: 0
Балл суточного голосования: 0
Проголосовало пользователей: 0
Голосовать могут только зарегистрированные пользователи
Вас также могут заинтересовать работы:
Отзывы:
Нет отзывов
Оставлять отзывы могут только зарегистрированные пользователи
Трибуна сайта
Наш рупор








