Poetry Reading by Anna Swirszczynska

Poetry Reading

I’m curled into a ball

like a dog

that is cold.

 

Who will tell me

why I was born,

why this monstrosity

called life.

 

The telephone rings. I have to give

a poetry reading.

 

I enter.

A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes.

They look, they wait.

I know for what.

 

I am supposed to tell them

why they were born,

why there is

this monstrosity called life.

 

 

Diena su Bukowskiu

šiandien leidžiu laiką lovoje ir su Bukowskiu.  Dar viena, labai ilga, ir labai graži poema (kaip sakosi lietuviškai, poema ar kitaip?) yra Let It Enfold You.

Ištrauka čia, o visą galima paskaityti čia.

(…)I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.(…)

mano meilė ee cummings prasidėjo nuo dviejų paskutinių eilučių

“you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you’re young, whatever life you wear

it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man’s
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance”