Lucrecia
- カテゴリ：小説/詩
- 2011/10/31 12:34:03
She is Venus, the Italian One,
the daughter of Jupiter, the sister of Greek Aphrodite.
My name is Love. Delicate, rosy, winged,
being a thousand years old and
chaste as an exotic pilgrim.
The royal peacock, and the fellow deer
that can be seen through the window are
as alive as the pair of lovers strolling arm in arm
in the shade of the promenade lined with poplars.
The satyr of the fountain, however,
into whose head crystalline water flows from
an alabaster basin, is a piece of Tuscan marble
modeled by a clever artist.
The sound of piano calms and quiets her mind.
A flacid immobility closes her eyes as to
concentrate intently on the melody.
Twilight has fallen and soon it will be night.
The piano will fall silent and the music teacher
must leave.
