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I just don't get it...

 
Lovely Narcissus, I’m afraid I don’t understand
the naive admiration that grips
you bewitched in the blue and silver wave . . .
Sure, for you it’s Paradise
to look into your own beautiful eyes and your mouth,
your smile, your brow and your figure
full of majesty and sweetness . . .
But don’t you think there’s something better
that might amuse your eyes and mind,
might direct your calm gaze to something higher
and fill the hours with sweetness?
My simple soul longs to understand
the perfect beauty of your brow,
where no thought ever sparks!
 
 
translation by Liz Henry.
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