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1
I write of your eyes
the words melt into water
I drink the text
poisoned, I wander the alleyways
strange passers-by become poisoned
and beautiful
your beauty
embraces a deranged child
and walk her in the streets
I paint you with that child in your arms
on the coffin of words.
you walk
the distance between your barefeet and the earth
catches fire.
from my mother-tongue
I spread out a carpet under your feet
to dance on.
watching you
I scatter a poem of ashes
in my voice.
2
No two people that meet
could pass through each other
but the shadows pass easily through each other
the shadows are residents
in a world of
absolute loneliness.
and God
in his absolute loneliness
imagined a moment
embracing the warmth of your body
with his hands
passing through a dark alleyway
to stand in front of a door
you kiss him, for the first and the last time.
and he, in the heat of your lips
touches the corporeality of his imagination
and creates the earth with this substance
with the hot impossible corporeality
3
a white bed by the charred farms
and the intoxicating scent of earth before rain
you gave me a dagger
naked, you lied down on the bed
"with the dagger, write a poem on my body
to see me."
I was perplexed
perplexed at the words furrowing your skin
I was your hands in blood
the tenderness of your feet
your breasts
but I could not write your eyes.
in your bosom
my words were shining
the rain was unwrapping them of blood
of death
they wove in me the form of your body
a wind was blowing from the abyss of your eyes
I and my words
were floating
in a crystal bed
I was the face of all men who laughed
and cried.
nameless
in my childhood cradle
rocking and rocking
a white horse
neighing in a scorched field
4
on your spirit ground
wild thorns grow
doors are shut
houses, empty
a rose-bush, I plant in the ground
your beauty
burn it away
on your spirit soil
only wild plants endure
with a knot in my throat
I tear away the thorns
around me
instantly
the thorns take root on my hands
all over
covered in wild thorns
I run into sharp winds
if you were not so beautiful
hell would not be so scorching.
without earth
without gravity
I fall with my words
an endlessness that melts the ice of your beauty
and glazes my words
enlarging me in the act of falling
I was the Fall of Adam
and left your beauty in the apples
I was falling in Rome
and left your beauty in the ruins
I was falling in Hamlet
and left your beauty in Ophelia
I was in all deaths
in all ruins
the splendour of the landscape after battle
was your beauty
your beauty a memory
everything that could fall
I glazed with your beauty.
5
by the scorched castle grows a tree bearing one apple each year
by the scorched castle the horses neigh once each year
by the scorched castle, on horse back I pick the apple and bite it
it's bitter. I am in the castle, memories of an apple rush unto me
that the residents of the castle could not bite the apple
I see my reflection in water
I am beautiful
In water a man and a woman embrace
I see myself in the woman
I see myself in the man
I have faded from outside
I have multiplied inside
I remember nothing
I do not exist. |