I am black with love
neither boy nor nightingale
intact as a flower
I yearn without desire.
I arose amid violets
at the day’s first light,
sang a song forgotten
in the unchanging night.
I said to myself: “Narcissus!”
and a spirit with my face
darkened the grass
with the glow of his curls.
by Pier Paolo Pasolini
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
I am black with love
neither boy nor nightingale
intact as a flower
I yearn without desire.
I arose amid violets
at the day’s first light,
sang a song forgotten
in the unchanging night.
I said to myself: “Narcissus!”
and a spirit with my face
darkened the grass
with the glow of his curls.
by Pier Paolo Pasolini
