ORPHIC LANGUAJE

Poetry is the orphic language,

it is the forbidden tree of Eden.

It is the consecration of the bread,

it is the Eucharist’s amen. 

It recognizes God not just as a creator,

it says: what God created is good.

It is a herald of beauty,

viceroy of truth. 

It is able to conjure all evil,

it makes everyone to have eyes in his head.

It is stuff for old people,

it erases the wrinkles of your forehead. 

It is sacramental justice,

hidden pottery.

Divine presence

among men’s beauty.

Oh poetry!

 You are the altar of my spirit,

you are a nice woman whom to love.

You are my horizon,

you are my land where I can rove.