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Translation by Diana Maynard WE HAVE CAST ANCHOR AT MIDNIGHT My eyes flooded with sleep at the sound of a drop of rain the trill of a nightingale froze in the moonlight. Now I have crowded my room with birds: stuffed birds who ever croaked. Strange moans are heard sorrowful voices in the inner ear. Within me lies the help I have been calling for years; till now my voice has not reached it. Still some kind of noise has prevented me. Now and then the door opens by itself in a mysterious manner I shall never discover. |
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Melissanthi Songs For Alto and Guitar. Published by Musik Fabrik. (mfdws021v) See more info... |