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Elegy to Gaia 73
Source of life,
Nights that never dawn;
I go to the fountain,
And suddenly before me
The beloved image appears,
Preserved deep
In my heart.
I know
That the bread of life is there;
Even with my eyes closed
I can still see –
Radiantly white
And utterly clear –
The bread of life.
I know
That there is the oven
In the flames of which
The beloved image
Of my worshipped Gala is reflected,
Above, adorned
With garlands of death.
I know
That in the womb of the Earth
The block of marble lies
In which the image
Of my beloved Gala slumbers
Four elements
Of my Gala are interwoven;
Fire, water, earth and air
Tell of her,
Whom I already knew
Before I was born.
Air, air! I breathe
Day and night
With the image of my Gala before my eyes;
In loving memory
Day and night
I breathe the air
Of my beloved Gala.
In the garden fountain
Water falls endlessly
Into depths that never dawn;
There I beheld every detail
Of the portrait of my Gala,
Whom I never loved enough.
Written by Salvador Dalí after the death of Gala in 1982.
Geschreven door Salvador Dalí na de dood van Gala in 1982.
