Saturday, September 06, 2014

from the underground

(Milosz, Hughes, Stenberg, Alighieri, Dove, Collins, Charles, Taylor, Dowson, Edmond, Symons, Byron, Szirtes, Rosenberg, Ahmed, Breyner, Bonnefoy, Jennings, Larkin, Jacobs, Moore, Smith, Kramer, Neice, Alberti, Mapanje)

by Roberto Lavidez

I imagine
the earth
when I am
no more:
nothing
happens
no loss
it’s still
a strange
pageant
women’s
dresses
dewly lilacs
a song in
the valley
will any
dream
of mine
so run
wakeful
through
more than
twenty
centuries?
why is it
when love
which men
call deathless
is dead
that memory
men call
fugitive
will not die?
is love
not dead?
what in
our lives
is burnt
in the fire
of this?
the heart’s
dear granary?
the much we
shall miss?
sat by
the water
for hours
watched
nothing
but water
how it was
spelt out
by light
cut grass
lies frail:
brief is the
breath
mown
stalks
exhale
long
long the
death
let the
grey dust
thicken on
the landings
let the
spiders
tick in
the wall
let the locks
rust and
the keys
be lost
as in the
last century
the crowded
trains
taking us
away from
home
became
our baby
baskets
rattling
to foreign
parts
our exodus
from death
this is a way
of creating
the world
again
of seeing
differences
of piling
shadow
on shadow
of showing up
distances of
bringing close
bringing close
what does
this heart
which once
was silence
need
if not
those words
which are
both sign
and prayer
to save
from death
decay
and ruin
the actual
moment of
vision and
surprise
and keep
in the real
world
the real
gesture
of a hand
touching
the table
my century
is a sad one
of collapses
the concertina
of the chest
the tubular
bells of the
high houses
the flattened
ellipses of
our skulls
that open
like petals
they are
not long
the days
of wine
and roses:
out of a
misty dream
our path
emerges
for a while
then closes
within a
dream
born free
to be caught
and fashioned
and shaped
and freed
to wander
within a
caged
dream
of tears
I’ve known
rivers:
ancient
dusky rivers
my soul
has grown
deep like
the rivers
but what
is that
clinking in
the darkness?
maybe we
shall know
each other
better
when the
tunnels meet
beneath
the mountain
the waves
blue walls
of Africa
go and
come back
when
they go
ah
to go
with them!
ah
to come
back
with them!
when they
come back…
almost
without
noticing
without
thinking
it seems
you’ve arrived
where you
see far
if you will
tell me
why the fen
appears
impassable
I then
will tell you
why I think
that I can
get across it
if I try
eternal spirit
of the
chainless
mind!
brightest
in dungeons
liberty!
food’s perfume
breath is
nourishment
the stars
crumble
salt above
eucalyptus
fields
a spring
of love
gushed from
my heart and
I blessed
them
unaware
like the
sun rising
and setting
like the
thunderous
roar of
a bull rhino
like the sleek
quick grace
of a gazelle
the player
springs into
the eye
and lights
the world
with fires
of a million
dreams
a million
aspirations
the sun
lightens the
significance
of what the
houses are
steeped in
brightens out
their winter
brooding
dry leaves
were banners
for night
fishermen
but now
stunted trees
stand still
beheaded
a curious
sight for
the tourists
how hard
it is
to say
what it was
like in
the thick
of thickets
in a wood
so dense
and gnarled
the very
thought
of it
renews 
my panic

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