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I – MESSALINE, Leila Samarrai

I – MESSALINE

Cynical yellow thunder tears with rays
The parching earth – dry and infertile

I – Messaline!
Declare war to all the barren blacks
Who do not birth!
I summon Poseidon to impregnate
My mortal body with immortal progeny!
I summon the Heavens to bow down to my tentacles
Folded into a clenched fist!
I curse all the virgins racked by my woe
Fall to your knees before the filthy breed!
Beg to be fertilized by their pagan ritual!
Kiss their wounded feet
Like you will kiss your children!
Beg for one more drop of life
Which will violate your dishonorable body!
I – Messaline!
I am fire above all fire!
An untouched flower of the Sultan’s garden
The scepter in the hand of the powerless king
Cleopatra’s pyramid sank into mud
The carnival of appetence without masque
Twilight that dawns on an intact hip
The lust of Eve in the boring Eden
The forest unbathed by an ocean of blood
An unhealed wound beneath the hot navel
The unpierced rib in the deciding battle
A lonely nest devoid of it’s eagle.

Translated Into English: Mirjana M. Inalman

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THE ABDUCTION OF THE SABINE WOMEN, “The Second Birth Of Tragedy”, Leila Samarrai

THE ABDUCTION OF THE SABINE WOMEN

Long ago already in the canvas of blood

a sun comes out for Romulus
While the other dons in golden robes

the shadows on the faces of the Sabine women
Among flowers, abducted on a holy day.

„Invite them for Neptunalia”
Neptune said
And shook
The sea foam of his feet.

The shadow trusts everything of the light.

The Sabine women emptied
The spiced sea wines

With the blessing of Poseidon
Rings the laughter of the villain – god
A herd of horses swarms at them

The tore the veil of the Sabine brides

in Latium
О, bride, what dreamt you

in the night of holy rape?

Decorated necropolis
And love on the altar
The miserable concede to everything
The silver has its wisdom.

Brandy for the tzars
Who brought gifts
Should the glow of all the bitter things

spoil the game?

Like Prus on the battle field,

Tarpeia storms the Rome

„To war! I care!
for
Too early peace on

tongue was born.”

New century to the womb
New emperor on the throne
Force creates new herds
History is giving birth

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