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The Vowels of Love
by Phaedra Zambatha-Pagoulatou
translation by Manya Bean
FOR H.N.
My insolent thought
caressed your brow
and deposited a hesitant kiss
Will you forgive her?
It was a disorderly moment
when I lost my way,
thick lines of trees
blocked the horizon,
I lost light, perspective
you were scattering
the vowels of my love
to the seven winds
and I could not gather them
and cloister them again
inside your eyes.
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Bio: Manya Bean Ph. D. is a poet, writer and translator, as well as training and supervising analyst at the
Philadelphia School of Psychoanalysis and the Southern New Jersey Psychoanalytic Institute. She lives and works in
New Jersey and Philadelphia.
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