And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
......
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
......
The divorced mother and her divorcing
daughter. The about-to-be ex-son-in-law
and the ex-husband's adopted son.
The divorcing daughter's child, who is
the step-nephew of the ex-husband's
adopted son. Everyone cordial:
the ex-husband's second wife
friendly to the first wife, warm
......
History of the Congress,
The history of the American Congress
Want I to know,
Will anybody say it?
I want to hear it
What has it
In the making and unmaking of it?
I drink my fill of foamy ale
I sing a song, I tell a tale,
I play the fiddle;
My throat is chronically dry,
Yet savant of a sort am I,
And Life's my riddle.
For look! I raise my arm to drink-
A voluntary act, you think
(Nay, Sir, you're grinning)>
......
Amnesia
... or impaired memory?
Jezebel stood firm before my eyes!
Behold Her Imperial Ruthlessness!
And her bosom, harbouring bile,
Was bleached like lightning.
Arachnid fingernails mock the efforts
Of talons from revelling vultures.
Eyes pierced my brows with lasciviousness
......
і рватиме осінь
стежками злісілими в біг
задихане небо
на край витискатиме літо
навщем
на розв'язках
туманами вкритих доріг
у кільця з'єдинених
сльози ковтатиме вітер
у темрявах тіл
......
деревами днів розгалузиться обшир без краю
гулятиме голка
на зрізаних дисках
ужив
лунатимуть відторки відблиском раю
розрадно
продовження вуличних кіс
плестимуть у соло
вітритиме іграми торжищ і знад
тобою як м'ячиком
......
There once was a simple man, lowly born
In a time of war between clan
The red might of the English
The fortress of a french parish
This man made his fortune, selling corn
Fizet the merchant saw opportunity
Louisbourg was on the edge of the sea, hungry for unity
The life of a soldier is so cold, empty of pleasure
The sea has a bite so bold, it leaves you with despair so sure
......
History of the Congress,
The history of the American Congress
Want I to know,
Will anybody say it?
I want to hear it
What has it
In the making and unmaking of it?