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THE TENTH, I DARE NOT SAY…

Par |2018-08-19T19:36:21+00:00 25 septembre 2012|Catégories : Blog|

THE TENTH, I DARE NOT SAY WHO THAT MIGHT BE

 

I reveal the tenth
out of nine mys­te­rious
magi­cal­ly lost things :
Your image from which Your eyes have vani­shed
and the contours of Your face.

Sometimes at the place where there used to be a knife, a ring, a needle,
pebbles from Crete, bino­cu­lars, a pres­sed rose,
a let­ter from Ireland, a yel­low scarf, a map of an eas­tern city
I hear sounds.
At the place where Your face used to be
I sink under­ground and become a sen­sual flow
– I gain the move­ments for breath when the East enters sleep,
I gain the sup­ple­ness to ini­tiate the wind,
I gain the volume into which spring should be woven.

What does it look like beyond there ?
Are there worlds ? Where do they meet ? In which aug­men­ted
How many joints have I got there ?
How many azure powers wish me to be their blood ?
How do I exist ? Am I invol­ved in what goes on ?
Shall I bring along some spare things ? An umbrel­la ? Sandals ?
How many suit­cases ?

Why have you rushed ahead of me ?
Is that my soul flo­wing into the cheer­ful pla­nets ?
Perhaps you know it bet­ter than I do.
You know its incli­na­tion for detail,
you are in a hur­ry to affirm me, my dear nine things.
If that is so, hur­ry up, affirm me.
My des­ti­ny is being spun from the bot­tom of an invi­sible yarn.

Great mythi­cal birds fly west
and bear me away
from events.
Perhaps that is why I am no lon­ger even remem­be­red
by my ulti­mate soul while it flut­ters
in the lan­guo­rous uni­verses.

Hurry up, for at the place of the tenth vani­shing
in the depths where His eyes once were
there might sprout a tall vio­let
and flo­wer fore­ver far away
in His tall face,
behind the appea­rance of eve­ry­thing that has been
and that will ever be.
 

 

[trans­la­ted from ser­bian to english by her­self]

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