Λευκό σεντόνι

Είσαι λευκό σεντόνι... Λερώνεσαι και ματώνεις... Σκίζεσαι και μαζεύεις τα κομμάτια σου... Και ξαναλευκαίνεις...

Ulalume

...

Here once, through an alley Titanic,

Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—

Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

There were days when my heart was volcanic

As the scoriac rivers that roll—

As the lavas that restlessly roll

Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek

In the ultimate climes of the pole—

That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek

In the realms of the boreal pole.

...

Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber

- This misty mid region of Weir -

Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,

This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

Edgar Allan Poe

Στην ψυχή μου... στην ψυχή σου...