Thursday, July 07, 2011

The Angel

Terzangelle: "The Angel"


The angel at the window has a face of polished stone
Half smiling, half frowning, framed by ancient wood
Each window that you walk passed it is standing there alone
Angelic yes, but yet again, its empty face’s mood
The Angel disavows, adrift, its image’s refrain
Half smiling, half frowning, framed by ancient wood
Endlessly varied by the fall of night’s abyssal rain
Angel of the Darkness, watch us with your softening eyes.
The Angel disavows, adrift, its image’s refrain
Has nothing left to tell, the world, but all the ages’ lies,
Endlessly repeated in the patois of old pain
Angel of the Darkness, watch us with your softening eyes,
There almost seems a living will inside that carved disdain
Heartlessly, hearing all the cries that living human’s make
Endlessly repeated in the patois of old pain
Angel of many many moods, that only stone can take.
The angel at the window has a face of polished stone
Heartlessly, hearing all the cries that living human’s make
Each window that you walk passed. It is standing. They’re alone.

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