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 id 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 |