1 - THREE RIVERS
Three
rivers thrice passed over my heart
and stole my youth and took away my joy.
The first river was turbid. the second raging
the third dragged grief and a blackened tear.
I too went to drink water, I went to quench my thirst
three rivers I set foot on, and three I have to cross.
One took away my heart, and the other my voice
on the third, where you were, I lost my life.
2 - THE ORACLE
I
was given the wrong oracle
and I gave you my hand
and all the suffering of the world
burst forth and became grief
and summer blossomed
On your black uniform
on your black horse
a black bird I embroidered for you
and a red sunrise
on your tear
Loss took the night
and the dream knives
false was the oracle
that the river will return
with ten doves
3 - THE DENOUNCEMENT
In
the wilderness and the gorges
they awaited me in ambush
and they denounced me as a murderer
those who are merciless
and those who bear a knife.
In
the streets and market-places
they posted my name
and festivities and joy
in my sleep seven times
you slew my heart.
I
send you basil's root
for you to smell
But my old secret
and either sweet or evil
you ought never touch.
4 - AT THE BAZAAR OF THE MURDERER
At
the bazaar of the thief
I sold my tears
and I found your door shut
love, love, my love
and I sold my heart.
To
the bazaar of the murderer
I brought you like a dove
I brought you in the evening at nine
and I sold my eyes
and bought a knife,
At
the bazaar of dawn
I sold my voice
they took my blood too
love, love, my love
stone of my patience,
At
the bazaar of the whole earth
they gambled with my joy
my love, I bought you
with chains, with chains and wounds.
5 - MEN IN BLACK CAME
One
was taken away by the law
and turned into cloud and smoke
the other was taken by the road
and became the bitterness of everyone
And then came men in black
who have darkness in their hair
and those who hold the rain in their hands
and lightning in their glance
Our dreams were taken by the laws
and our songs by the smoke
Our life was taken by the roads
and also everyone's love
They search among the trees and in the earth
and then they search in my heart
but there they find the wound
in my eyes and in my tears.
6 - THE WIND AND THE NIGHT (ISOLATION)
The
wind beg at the night and the deep
and the sea was created and the sea knew its depth
and the night begat the trees and grass
and the sky was created and the birds of the sky and the full
moon
and light was born and the light knew its brilliance -
Two days.
The wind begat bitterness and music
and the tear was born and the tear knew our eyes
and sorrow begat the seasons and the birds
and the mountains were filled with wild beasts, serpents and
colours
and the road was created
and the roads knew their fate -
Two days.
The wind beg at rock and iron
and man was created and man knew his strength
and the rock begat mud and 1oil
and became knife and nails and iron
and became woman and the woman realized her solitude
and the solitude begat my pain and sorrow -
Fourteen days, generations.
7 - THE LAST WORD
The
hoarfrost bores holes in my eyes
it's about four in the morning
the killers nail the dawn.
Dut who speaks of tears?
The last word will be a bird dead on the soil
Our voice will be a train which has departed
The hours of the wounds' awakening eyeless
and the guns are even more blind in the trenches.
You
ought to know
I will lament in the grief-stricken land.
8 - I FOLLOWED THE ROADS OF THE BRIGAND
I
followed the roads of the brigand
to see which door was closed
and to begin another life
But I crossed the river
which has direct return
to set foot on a bridge.
I
found time lost
and my bitter tear
clove to my eyes
I found neither home nor livelihood
but only a God
and he - crucified.
I
followed the roads where they pass -
those who suffer alone
and sing alone
But I had forgotten the return
for I did not meet the river
and I set out to the battle.
9 - THOSE WHO WILL ARRIVE ONE NIGHT
Those who will arrive one night will find my tears
wounds they will find and smoke and ashes my joy
And even if they rob me of my voice, my grief I will leave
behind
And if estranged my grief becomes, my dream I will leave behind
And if they take my years they will remain in my blood;
and if my blood turns to water the birds will drink it.
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