Tomas S. Butkus

LOVING ORGANISM

 

Counterpoints

 

 

 

 

In memory of Juozapas Butkus

 

 

F

 

waking up, calling out to you from sleep, as I impregnate the bare landscape, the old garages

and stars, with a dream;

like i’d lived on you ‘til today, otherwhere, with the other back I had touched you

and the other shadow I had dropped on the sand;

feeling like it fills the overhollow under the fire, under sparking heat from the pie mould – nevermind;

so I must retreat from the cold glazed tiles, further, to the belly of the hearth,

to cover myself with limbs from the garden, to smudge my breast and face with the ashes

of the fish;

to be unleashed into the bones of the chimney;

towards the smoke

 

 

Translated by Erica C. Fiedler, TS

(Tomas S. Butkus. Mylintis organizmas. Kontrapunktai [poema]. Pine Press. Vilnius, 2000)

 

© Tomas S. Butkus, 2000

© Erica C. Fiedler, 2000

© Vario burnos, 2000