Sunday, July 09, 2006

Lietuva



coming back into this
country I am ignorant of
& tired of being foreign to
everywhere, in a way as in she is in
a way -- back in after the brief curve through Belarus --
the border-guards asking not for passports but whether we have them
-- will be border by November --
remembering Irby, I am a citizen of that state that is a haziness in the air
& long for that color that is the eye of love like a body for its clouds
between cars for a smoke a man gestures at the frozen fields & says vot,
your America, your Plains --

NO RELATION

ate apples fall, ābolu gads, apple year,
till could hardly stomach them --

apple eaten

at dawn down the bright law the Gypsies made
forbids them to sow,
keeps them moving

to youthen this cessant Europe

I have come to stay at the stalk of
where it pushes up still pale from the bloodied ground

here Lith. the earthen smitten,
the generations

come put their mind to it,
as their mind came from it

some stones say are
or aren't, past
oblivion some thing you know
about stone or the hair in the trees that mean you

can't go back, a matter of how much it hurts
not to, lost in the hands



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This poem previously appeared in Shearsman in a slightly different version.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lietuva - very fine prose. Please post more.

12 July, 2006 21:03  
Blogger Pēteris Cedriņš said...

Thank you. I'll be posting more -- meanwhile, I've added another little extract from The Penetralium --

http://thepenetralium.blogspot.com/

15 July, 2006 06:27  

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