Tomas Venclova – Poetry readings: ‘In the Fire’ (87/88)


Something more? Aha, this is a short poem also with a refrain. in the fire in the fire in the fire in the fire in the fire where space pulls over to the side and yields to time cross out my soul make the not me in me expire that the exalted nothing tasting peace may become a spark a speck a line and a breach in the fire in water in water in water in water in water beneath the cupola filled with echo and ice today you protect me and hand me out to others may I not return home don’t see me don’t break my disguise where eight bridges sway in the piercing cold in the water underground underground underground
underground underground where the stone falls apart
and the soundless stream stays together where the winter matures
and no colour in green can be found the body retreats into ash and ash into never and from never to never the void flows under the ground in the dark in the dark in the dark in the dark in the dark our matter becomes dispersed and our air grows slack all things are ready for death when the syllable sparks and pressed into fictional paper the letters grow black in the darkness here in this blindness here in this dark

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