Legend of Lilith
You walk on a street flooded with sun;
before you, after you, the dark.
Your neon eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps
in a murky forest, glow afar.
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You hold a moon in your right hand,
in the other an unknown man's head 鈥�
people are looking round after you
in dumb astonishment, but each
who looks will, crown to ankles,
turn to stone.
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At the crossroads, finally
alone, you drop to the ground,
lay the man's head in your lap,
and its eyes open. Painfully
it gazes: Even thus you are beautiful,
it says and suddenly begins to sing
a mournful song,
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but you do not hear; you are talking
to the moon.
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Nightmare
Home again years later: but
no one has come to welcome you. You leave
the buzzing airport hall
alone 鈥� on your feet pendulums,
in your empty hands two suitcases
full of desert sand and the sounds of the sea.
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At your house door
you realise: the locks are new. You ring
your sister, but her number's changed. Only
the neighbours intimate
that your nearest will be coming next year
鈥撎� they have forgotten, though you wrote
in the self-same beautiful hand.
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You gaze through the window into your room:
your things, whatever
ought to be waiting for you, they sold off
to the bazaar
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and suddenly a neighbour's child comes out
to offer you a glass
of vinegar.
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Laws of Romance
Just you and I. A secret meeting
in the town's nicest cafe; delicious music,
my perfume and a tight black dress with lace.
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Your eyes burn through me. I say something,
but you do not hear and suddenly,
urgently grip my hands in yours:
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I want you, in an altered voice you say,
and wait for my answer. Yes, your atelier
is just a step away... but I see suddenly
your pale wife at the other end of town 鈥�
just now she's doing the weekend shopping
and I know too well
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that the most romantic flowers grow
where the grey ash of the everyday does not settle,
of the common, practical-banal life.听听
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Road
You've married badly.
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You ask if all life long
you must eat Lenten pap, and why
your nights and mornings cannot breathe
the delicate scent of cinnamon...
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I've known all from the moment
our eyes met. At least
once a week you desire me, secretly 鈥�
but I cannot. Yes,
I am unbending and you ask me why
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it must be so. All I know is this:
in dreamless nights, when I catch my soul on film
in all its hues and details,
and I spread the pictures on the table like cards,
one remains in my hand 鈥� the pale princess
in a high, impregnable tower.
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Such is my road.
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Fate
In a city of vice and unshackled loves, we two
live our blameless life;
each in a different structure of family clan
with the smells of young, encircled
with barbed wire
and full of desire, which we secretly burn into script 鈥�
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such is our fate: all life long to touch
and give ourselves one to the other
only in poems
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and dreams.
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Sixth Commandment
I was not able to sustain my guard:
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one fragrant summer afternoon
that man spread out his invisible nets
on our threshold. Without permission
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he stole me. Nights long I think of him
and next me my good husband lies. Suspecting nothing.
But I am desperate
and powerless: a beautiful woman
in the best years, with senses wakened,
gifted with strength, which changes me to a primate
scattering scent, deprived of reason and will.
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Father, that strength is from you;
fertile
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and lethal. I am afraid.
To keep your sixth commandment
is the hardest of all 鈥�
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forgive us, please.
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听 听 听 Translated by听John Minahane