THE KING I KNOW

... let the King speak to me,
he who dresses in light among gardens
and commands the murmur of the ponds;

... he is a King without pages or horses;

he comes and goes, he flows like water,
and water flows
from stones and roses;

... let him sing to me, let the King sing to me
the song of affection he intoned in tournaments,
the one that wounded his enemy and was his motto in exile;

[the King forged his seal with blood and pure blood
and has already sealed his blood;

the king wields his power and scepter with intelligent stillness]
... let the King I know speak to me, then:
he who overcomes the hinges of doors
and calms, with patience, the furious teeth of dogs.

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Antonio Justel
https://antoniojustel.com
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