Saturday, July 15, 2006

Sergei Dreiden

-------after Alexander Sourov’s Russian Ark

Hurry up or we’ll miss it.
-------Miss what?
Live, live, and keep on living.

It feels like we’re floating
It seems all this is a dream.
But you have found her!
Nothing has happened!

(What of the man perpetually
-------lost and compromised;
of the blind maiden
-------browsing the art museum;
of two lovers together
-------and apart like oil and water?)

The sea is all around.
We are destined
to sail forever,
to live

Piss Off

1 comment:

Radish King said...

This poem fits just right tonight. Exactly right. Thank you.