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.
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