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[Sundance Kid]

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

Charles Bukowski

Edited by Sundance Kid, 22 February 2013 - 11:32:51.

[funk soul sister]

my mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

[maheem]

S(uod)rastanje

Ručao sam a sad ću da spavam
Postao sam svoj otac
Nekako
Odrastanjem poražen sam
Nisam uspeo u sebi da prizovem
Div junaka
Sposobnog da me baci do neba i zagrljajem pobedi
Ale
Koje se kriju ispod kreveta
Preleti planine sa zmajevima i donese smeh u krevet
Pred spavanje
Nestao je taj heroj iz očiju i snova
Korak mu se umorio, usporio... leđa pogrbila
Umesto letenja
Fotelja mi se ucrtala u obris tela
Zaustavio sam rast krila pristajanjem na ovo što
Životom zovem
Vidim sve što želim i želim sve što vidim dok
Ne gledam
U mraku sedim za sebe samo
Navijam
Očekivano je to možda bilo, put odustajanja me vodio ka
Tome
Ali,  ipak tužan sam zbog onog dečaka u sebi
Sećanje koji se zove
Duboko se u meni skriva
Plašim ga, znam. Odgovornošću, obavezama
I sličnim velikim rečima koje koristim
Za izgovor da ne budem svoj
Dok zatvaram oči pred mogućim svetovima
Ka kojima , iako ih želim, ne pružam ruku
Taj strah ne izgovoaram, mada ga osećam
Tuge kao da nisam svestan a sve više je utapam

Prepoznao sam svog oca u ogledalu jutros
Počinjem da puštam bradu podsećanje toda
Zavaram


by antioksidant

[estel]

The Man with Night Sweats



I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.

My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.

I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
Even while I adored
The risk that made robust,

A world of wonders in
Each challenge to the skin.

I cannot but be sorry
The given shield was cracked,
My mind reduced to hurry,
My flesh reduced and wrecked.

I have to change the bed,
But catch myself instead

Stopped upright where I am
Hugging my body to me
As if to shield it from
The pains that will go through me,

As if hands were enough
To hold an avalanche off.


Thom Gunn

Edited by estel, 18 April 2013 - 13:31:26.

[Serpentina]

Edgar Alan Po

Anabel Li

Prije mnogo, i mnogo ljeta
U kraljevstvu na obali
Življaše djeva znana sred svijeta
Pod imenom Anabela Li,
I življaše sred briga i radosnih sjeta
Da me voli i da se volimo mi.


Bio sam dijete i bila je dijete
U kraljevstvu što plaču valovi,
No ljubavlju većom od ljubavi svete.
Ljubljasmo se ja i Li,
Te nam na ljubavi nebeske čete
Zaviđahu, anđeli svi.


I tako prije ljeta, i ljeta
U kraljevstvu što plaču valovi,
Vjetar iz oblaka skrši poput cvijeta
Moju lijepu Anabelu Li,
I tako njoj brata žalost dopa,
Da je ponese daleko od mene,
Da je u kamenom grobu zakopa,
Što ječi od umorne pjene.


Anđeli nesrećni i u raju
Zaviđahu njoj i meni
I, zato (svi ljudi znaju
U kraljevstvu što ga more mi)
U noći iz magle zaduhaju
Vjetri i ubiju moju Anabelu Li.


No naša je ljubav jača od one
Njih, što bjehu stariji no mi,
Njih, što jesu umniji no mi,
Pa ni anđeli s vrh vasione,
Pa ni bjesovi, što pod morem rone,
Duše ne mogu rastaviti; dušu mi
Od duše lijepe Anabele Li.


Kad mjesec sine, nosi mi sanje
O lijepoj Anabeli Li;
Kad zvijezde izađu, sinu oči danje
Prelijepe Anabele Li;
I tako noću za noći ja sjedim
I dragu, moju ljubav i moj život gledim,
Tamo u  grobnici na valu,
U njenom grobu na zvučnome žalu.


Preveo Tin Ujević

[le petit nicolas]

Voyelles
A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu : voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes :
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Qui bombinent autour des puanteurs cruelles,
Golfes d'ombre ; E, candeur des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lances des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d'ombelles ;
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes ;
U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides,
Paix des pâtis semés d'animaux, paix des rides
Que l'alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux ;
O, suprême Clairon plein des strideurs étranges,
Silence traversés des Mondes et des Anges :
- O l'Oméga, rayon violet de Ses Yeux !