The poet

Darkness turned into brightness.
Dwellings turned into ashes
impregnating the air with a deep toasted smell.
A ballet of flying colours dance in the sky to the rhythm of Hephaestus.
Heaven is death now, but
a beam of light seems to bring back to life a tree trunk dry as dust.
Its emerald leaves wake up.
They reach the sky and bend down before Helios,
and there, motionless,
a man gazes at the nature’s resurrection.
He is being captivated by its power,
surrounded by the rays of light.
The same rays of light that make his soul shine again
and that show him the birth of a new world.

(Imagen: Cecil Collins; Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester)