Kurayami 暗闇

Nocturno, Delmira Agustini (1886-1914)

Lake of your soul, gem-mounted in night, you would tell a thread of crystal and calm spun by the huge spiders of wakeful evening.

Lustral waters born in albaster cups, mirror of purity where the stars shine and reflect the abyss of Life in the heavens . . .

I am the wandering swan of bleeding trails, I’m dirtying the lakes and soaring in flight.