Two poems from transluçines from the Ajuda Codex by Calgarii Mourii [1]

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	[B]y mine own eyes i saw her there
	with terror. and weighed grief and so lit
	tle ple asure. that seeing s craved
	by eyes and yet what good is it when I
	see my lovely not at all. [&] not
	my right to lament thus without end 
	but oh a sorry day when I with my eyes saw.
	for through them I saw so very well much
	and the grief they made me suffer
d’abord la répétition en soi, ainsi la répétition au coeur de l’avenir, possibilité brève d’émettre, 
cette forme l’alternative, « espérance » entre l’avenir et le passé, ce que 
	and the grand heartache is not speakable.
	and i will lament no longer here.
	it s not my right to lament thus without end
	and the lovely one these eyes showed me
	of so many women god wished to create
	well spoken and of fine appear
	and why do i die not daring to speak
	it s not my right to lament thus without end


	CLXIII (161,2)