Wild blue and wild green, 

from the branching, flowering flax, 

seasick with the waves, 

the comely blue one dances.

When blue sheds its leaves, 

the green dancer hallows:

clover green, olive green 

and festive lemon green.

What beauty! 

What color!

Gentle red and blood red 

of rose and carnation- 

when green grows weary, 

it leaps into play like a champion.

They dance, 

pitted against each other, 

and who knows which is better.

The reds dance with so much fire. 

They consume themselves with passion.

What caprice! 

What color!

For humanity and divinity, 

the sacred splendor dances, 

broadcasting golden aromas 

and wings of saffron.

What delirium! 

What color!

Yellow arrives

Huge and full of fevers;

Everyone makes way for it

As though bearing witness to Agamemnon.

At last, they exit, 

following the peacock sun 

that picks them up 

and carries them away 

like a father or a thief.

Hand in hand with us,

they were, hut are no longer:

the story of the world dies

When the storyteller gives up the ghost

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by: PhoneBoy