Poems From Minotaur: A Collection

Written by G. A. Klausner

Diana

White as porcelain the way to the wilderness
And the leaves coloured silver and dark
Shadows are the thresholds that lead me
Through nomoi beyond the human realm

I drop seeds in the ground, your land is mine
Or is the sweat on my brow and the labour of my body yours?
A slave works the land of his owner
And by night, he lets her use his body

My body crooked in shapes unknown
By ways of the flesh, not of the soul
Roams through the fields confounded

A frenzy of lust, pathos
This is the selva oscura
Lasciate ogne speranza

Jaci

Surrounded by green, I only think about you
And how it would be to drown in your green eyes
Find oblivion in your trances
Drunk with your flower’s lifeblood

Let myself get drunk with your voice
Let it embrace and scorch me 
Let it scare and bind me
Only me, my love

Let me peruse your meadows every night
With all its hills and sinuosities 
Listen to your symphony of whispers
And confessions of your love

(And every day without you, scourge 
And every night without you I die) 

So come, forget the game, forget the charm (Então vem, esquece o jogo, esquece o charme)
We are nothing like we were, and now it’s only you (Já não somos mais quem fomos, e agora é só ti)
I want, for I could not wish but (Que desejo, pois não poderia não desejar)
To bear the blazing jewel that in your chest laid (Ter perto de mim a ígnea joia que guardas em teu peito)
Which I call home (que eu chamo de lar)