It’s a strange courage you give me, ancient star:Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
I
Shine alone, shine nakedly, shine like bronze, that reflects neither my face nor any inner part of my being, shine like fire, that mirrors nothing.
II
Lend no part to any humanity that suffuses you in its own light.
Be not chimera of morning,
Half-man, half-star.
Be not an intelligence, Like a widow’s bird
Or an old horse.
Out of the tomb, we bring Badroulbadour,
Within our bellies, we her chariot.
Here is an eye. And here are, one by one,
The lashes of that eye and its white lid.
Here is the cheek on which that lid declined,
And, finger after finger, here, the hand,
The genius of that cheek. Here are the lips,
The bundle of the body and the feet.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Out of the tomb we bring Badroulbadour.
What word have you, interpreters, of men
Who in the tomb of heaven walk by night,
The darkened ghosts of our old comedy?
Do they believe they range the gusty cold,
With lanterns borne aloft to light the way,
Freemen of death, about and still about
To find whatever it is they seek? Or does
That burial, pillared up each day as porte
And spiritous passage into nothingness,
Foretell each night the one abysmal night,
When the host shall no more wander, nor the light
Of the steadfast lanterns creep across the dark?
Make hue among the dark comedians,
Halloo them in the topmost distances
For answer from their icy Elysée.
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.
Speeches
Discourses
Whatever you'd like to call
Are much less liberating than they sound (aren't they all)
Replace with synonyms to avoid repetition
Comprehensive paragraphs and meaningful diction
Always searching for the right expression
Checking the format of each citation
Preoccupied with a wrong pronunciation
And yes I have attended that kind of training
By and large very draining
Only thing I recall was the struggle remaining
...As if the lack of rhyme is an unforgivable crime
Even my questions are voiced out I am still in doubt
Or is it insecurity? Possibly —
But more precisely —
Draft and rewrite until your inner monologues start with “we”
Repeating ourselves for eternity
Took a long long way to finally get somewhere — or Anywhere
(And I have been intrigued, confused, humiliated,
and terrified to this day)
In hope that I would never expose my disguise
The fake persona and dramatic tone I wish to hide
That anyone familiar with the public examination would immediately recognize
Ever since have I been mortified
Am I too self-aware or insensitive?
Should I pretend to exist in a different continuum?
Can I finally get the shame out of my system?
Go back in time and back to the future
As I approach my own midlife crisis
Or should I say — Wait until you reach the age of Prufrock
Those are poetry, words of honesty, instead of bollocks
Must I swallow it all and praise the aftertaste boiling in my throat
コカコーラのみさし あきびんにスイセンカ
可口可乐只剩一小口,空瓶子里还插着水仙花
マフユの体温と 指からませながら
感受着寒冬的体温,感受着手指的交织
so sweet oh yeah so sweet
太甜蜜了,真的是,太心动了
so sweet oh yeah so sweet
太甜蜜了,真的是,太心动了
遊牧民と鷹の関係性について
对游牧民和鹰之间的关系问题
あなたはどう思うって 聞かれたけど俺は
如果你问我是怎么看的,其实我也只会回答
「好きならそれでいいーんじゃん?」
「只要喜欢的话就没有什么问题吧?」
so sweet oh yeah so sweet
太甜蜜了,真的是,太心动了