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I never had you and no doubt I never
will. A few words, an approach
like at the bar two days ago – nothing more. For me,
I must admit, I’m sorry. But we others,
the Art’s adepts, by force of concentration, can create
fleetingly, sometimes, a pleasure
that impresses one by being almost concrete.
Thus, in the bar, two days ago, with alcohol
helping me greatly in its kindly fashion,
that half-hour was for me profoundly erotic.
It seemed to me you understood, and deliberately
you lingered just a little. Now, what was there
was something very necessary, for, with all
possible fantasy and the magic of alcohol,
I had to see your lips as well,
I had to have your body near.
ah hubris, hubris
what does the wind do to you
lot you care
and the night, bedding down
slipping into you easy
lady when there are stars
does it help?
Once more I will greet the sun,
the stream that flowed in me,
the clouds which were my long thoughts,
the painful growth of poplars in the garden
which pass through the dry seasons with me,
the flocks of crows
which brought me the smell of the night farms
my mother who lived in the mirror
and was the image of my old age.
Once more I will greet the earth whose burning soul
is filled with the green seeds of my incessant passion.
I will come, I will come, I will come,
with my hair, the continuation of the smells of the undersoil,
with my eyes, as the dense experiences of darkness,
with the bushes I have picked in the wilderness beyond the wall
I will come, I will come, I will come
and the entrance will be filled with love
and at the entrance, once more, I will greet those who love
and the girl who is still standing there
at the threshold full of love.
We meet on streets to prolong the catwalk, to lengthen arrival so it aligns more
commensurately with its anticipation. A street of three blocks or more with enough
pedestrians to heighten awareness and to raise a few false hopes at a glimpse of a
similar coat or swing of hair. Now that you're here, turn at the next corner. Go back
to approach me again.