“Twine the rose, the garland twine”

Twine the rose, the garland Twine

Anacreon trans Moore

I fell back into poesy

My desire

For you weaved itself around me when I saw you

My eyes

Gave me song

As a bird’s wings climb air, to touch the sun

As I need words

To draw

Your flight, from aether, out of the sky, beauty

A chariot in a car

And you come

Goddess, here’s my life, my sacrifice, laid down

I owe you

Your poem