Poem of the Day. Viktor Krivulin
di Redazione Italia, 13 giugno 2016.
Our cause is to try and not find,
Our cause is to love, fleeting, in secret,
And the sins are forgiven only because
No one is without sin, no one is.
Our time is autumn fog on the river,
It is our name elided from our hand,
Because at night there are not that
The doubt, the conscience and the snow.
Our cause is to love, fleeting, in secret,
And the sins are forgiven only because
No one is without sin, no one is.
Our time is autumn fog on the river,
It is our name elided from our hand,
Because at night there are not that
The doubt, the conscience and the snow.
Viktor Krivulin
