XIII.
A MAN SPEAKS WITH NANA
NANA LOVES.
The man says to her :
Guard your wings just a little:
I would like to keep inserted
My fingers manly and fluttering.
Give me just long enough
To count all the colors of the wings,
And I also would like to stop
In hope of luring
Your impure looking.
He continues to speak to her :
Genuflection inclines
The heart’s lengthy embraces
Here and there where night
Attempts to quarrel with her ennui,
Alone the couple
With the single angel
Survey the singular solitude
Of the prayer
The man continues :
Lovely colors and nimble
And your voice for us is signal,
False choice of flowers to harvest
Parrots that twist
Blood and joy and jumps that inject
In your eyes ancient analects
Where to you I lie
Unimaginably.
And again :
The universe which you ignore
By design like décor
From your dazzled gesture
Allegory changed,
Dawn and illumination
Just like that, through scansion
Make you, liliaceous,
Like some museum pieces.
He is touched :
Old age came to you,
Winds, flames, clouds
In your way, the ferocious
Beast, the children headless
The snake when it inhales
Its prey in vain which exhales
In your memory, falls silently
Gently, digressively
You remind me, he said, of the angels of Thierry Bouts :
One to die, mine, among others
(And that of so many, many others)
Blood, accent, once again
(This death, the last bastion)
Foolish Muse who entreats
(Bitterness is never beat)
Death, she says, a death
(But not yours yet)
His feet return to the earth
Toward your eyes forever
Looks turn around. Never
The less I meet blank whites again,
If unbearably
Void of a master’s work
(Difficult period to know
Nevertheless—unless to depend on it
They have to give an explanation)
He smiles.
He rises.
Nana is lonely.
She sings me a hit.
But when we love love
We are not afraid to speak about it
The voice that we hear evermore
And the summer hits
Confusion is made by
Moving through clichés, summer hits
From anechoic rooms silently spring
Subtitles, lyrics
Of the heavy heart, the heart light
The language seems donated
Finally, finally, finally for
The first time speaking
Is easy when it is love
One is speaking of under the spell
Of charm and the charm that runs
Does not have the time to be forgotten
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