Vi que habia un asiento vacio en la parte de atras del aula que estaba a lado de un
hombre muy guapo y simpatico. Vi huellas de pasos de mujer y del hombre
que se encuentran en la glorieta, y se hacen el amor a medianoche...
Soldering, sexual encounters, red clay, blue grass
Prolonged levitations, angular apertures and orifices, orgasms, like traversing
The Greenwich meridian, latitudes and longitudes.
I metamorphosed into agile acrobats performing
Axial revolutions, crimson cylindrical connections
Into permeable and penetrable membranes,
Resistors and receptilites fading, internal ammeters
With electrochemical impulses, infinite calorimetric heats of combustion.
Gathering your spherical shelled acorns, kisses, draping them on
Outstretched limbs, twilight's cloth, quilt of diaphanous fringes
On firmament's great hinges, and I was ambrosia, nectar in a sieve
It was mutual repressed longing, Medusa, stones crumbling
And aesthetic authenticity, not manifestos and packaged poetry
Drifting in champagne and Molotov cocktail bottles.
Liberation from Benedictine missions, epiphanies, self-revelations
He estado de rodillas, no longer a pretentious praying mantis
Telegraph keys on sawdust clumped church floors.
There was a cardinal diving into my circumference, complex chameleon
Energy conservation and heat transference
From the icy weight of the moon's condensation.
Possibilities, probabilities, calmly dissecting ourselves on cleaning day
Pathological parts stored in alabaster jars
Upholstered, stripped bare, with naked truths clipped on clotheslines.
Confessionals, somewhere between solstice and equinox,
It was augmented attraction, after exchanges of
Plaintive vowels and combative consonants, messages smudged with mascara.
Alhambran avenues, and no more hushed trysts in
Tiled cathedrals with ceilings full of angels,
Europe wants to be loved for her mind and her body,
Boticelli's Birth Of Venus, recent renaissance
This wasn't just a course in courtly reverence.
Sentiments surmised, taciturnity misinterpreted, with
Brambles, branch, and flowering hedges, heartwood of the yew
Rendezvous under the Arc de Triomphe,
Clandestine meetings overlooking the Champs de Elysees.
Vienna will fondle you by bus and
Paris will caress your hair by metro, save the strawberries of Geneva for dessert.
Leave the Florentine leather, the Toledo swords, and
Little Meissen figurines for the retirees.
Orbs, the chromates of starlight, frigid fingers entwined
Footprints in the sand, a ritual act, facing left, honor-side, with ancestral relic chambers
Sealed in the middle, and shadows of the silhouettes of shamans.
We wanted to make an offering of light, mythic legends
Of Buddhist believers who circled great earthen stupas,
Ceremonial confessions, the astrals of the mountains.
Sharpened saws slicing plywood, with the crudeness
Of lingering lullabies shrieking with necessities of shelter and endurance
Visions of earth made clear, a graph of everywhere, as
Moths and dragonflies encircling porcelain street lamps,
Invigorating and informing in the late evening, walking until
Our minds cleared with the clarity of morning.
Sanghamitra Roychowdhury
Translations
Vi que habia un asiento vacio en la parte de atras del aula que estaba a lado de un
hombre muy guapo y simpatico. Vi huellas de pasos de mujer y del hombre que se
encuentran en la glorieta, y se hacen el amor a medianoche...
I saw that there was an empty seat in the back of the class, which was right next to
a really handsome and nice guy. That night, I saw footprints of a man and a woman
who met in the park and were making love at midnight...
He estado de rodillas : I was on my knees
Birth sign: Not entered
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