She has not yet been born:
She is music and word,
And therefore the untorn,
Fabric of what is stirred.

Silent the ocean breathes.
Madly day’s glitter roams.
Spray of pale lilac foams,
In a bowl of grey-blue leaves.

May my lips rehearse
The primordial silence,
Like a note of crystal clearness,
Sounding, pure from birth!

Stay as foam Aphrodite – Art –
And return, Word, where music begins:
And, fused with life’s origins,
Be ashamed heart, of heart!

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