p.d.s. 44 – de inceput de vara
Penultima poezie din calendarul lui Seidel (inceput anul trecut la sfarsitul lui septembrie). Cred ca nu e una dintre preferatele mele da ce mai conteaza, la mine se pare ca a venit in sfarsit vara, cu toata suita ei de tunete si fulgere. Ce daca prin alte parti se termina, bine c-a sosit si pe-aici.
Sky blue eyes,
A bolt of lightning drinking
A demon not afraid of happiness,
Asks me about my love life here in hell.
I lunge at what I understand I belong to.
I flee, too.
It’s her fate. It’s too late.
I see the sky from a couch at the Carlyle.
Blond is dressed in black.
It all come back.
The sky is black.
Thunder violently shakes
The thing it holds in its teeth
Until it snaps the neck
And rain pours down in release and relief,
The smell of honeysuckle and of not afraid of happiness.
Lightning flashes once
To get the sky eyes used to it,
And then flashes again
To take the photograph.
The blackout startled her and started it.
Lightning flickers in Intensive Care.
I am speaking in Ecstatic.
The couch is floating on the carpet.
The waiter burns
From all the discharge and surge, and brings more drinks.
Coition is divine human
Rebirth and ruin having drinks in a monsoon,
In the upholstered gallery outside the bar, in the gold light.
The Prince of Darkness dipped in gold is God.