Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Poems 4

The perfume of the blooming branch is transformed Into the teasing odor of mature Fruit, the appetizing aroma of nectar, By the labors of bees, into heavenly honey. That living plants Be turned to stone, like their antediluvian ancestors, And centuries hence in the efforts of perfume makers And army officers deliquesce at balls and in theaters Of military action, is it not fated to be so?


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