Visions
from last night
frighten
the possibilities away
in
this night
as
sleep crawls into an orchestral blast
designed
to keep someone awake
from
a radio
Thumbs
rub against each other
while
fingers select something useless
to
communicate to nobody
There
were no knocks on the door
No
mysterious lovers came to visit
from
behind their veils
Many
were imagined
here
to pass hours whispering
while
a lonely candle flickered
Secret
longings were discovered
though
none were written
or
translated into foreign languages
just
for the surprised look
on
the faces of those going through
these
papers
“les
désirs secrets les plus intimes
en
nommant les images
qui
traversent l'esprit
sur
des pistes en acier
qui
gardent ce grand désespoir
avancer
de jour en jour”
(“the
most intimate secret desires
naming images
that cross the mind
on steel tracks
that keep this great despair
advancing day by day”)
naming images
that cross the mind
on steel tracks
that keep this great despair
advancing day by day”)
There
this
is the connection
between
two
who
don't exist
Only
one is here
to
find something to pick
from
teeth after a meal
made
from unfinished projects
empty
bottles of medicine
and
a canyon of quiet
in
a small house
with
no echo
Barry
G. Wick
(The
French quotation is not a quotation from any French poetic source.
It is a translation of the following stanza using Google Translate.
It is designed to make this poet seem multilingual, intellectual,
and academic despite four years of French.)
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