Collected Love Poems. Brian Patten
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Название: Collected Love Poems
Автор: Brian Patten
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Поэзия
isbn: 9780007343515
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They said her words were like balloons
with strings I could not hold,
that her love was something in a shop
cheap and far too quickly sold.
But the tree does not price its apples
nor the sun its selling power,
the rain does not gossip
or speak of where it goes.
When She Wakes Drenched from Her Sleep
When she wakes drenched from her sleep
She will not ask to be saluted by the light
Nor carolled by morning’s squabbling birds,
Nor lying in his arms wish him repeat
The polite conversations already heard;
She’ll not be loved by roses but by men,
She will glide free of sweet beauty’s net
And all her senses open out
To receive each sensation for herself.
If I could be that real, that open now,
And not by half a light half lit
I would not gossip of what is beauty and what is not
Nor reduce love to a freak poem in the dark.
Dressed you are a different creature.
Dressed you are polite, are discreet and full of friendships,
Dressed you are almost serious.
You talk of the world and of all its disasters
As if they really moved you.
Dressed you hold on to illusions.
The wardrobes are full of your disguises.
The dress to be unbuttoned only in darkness,
The dress that seems always about to fall from you,
The touch-me-not dress, the how-expensive dress,
The dress slung on without caring.
Dressed you are a different creature.
You are indignant of the eyes upon you,
The eyes that crawl over you,
That feed on the bits you’ve allowed
To be naked.
Dressed you are imprisoned in labels,
You are cocooned in fashions,
Dressed you are a different creature.
As easily as in the bedrooms
In the fields littered with rubble
The dresses fall from you,
In the spare room the party never reaches
The dresses fall from you.
Aided or unaided, clumsily or easily,
The dresses fall from you and then
From you falls all the cheap blossom.
Undressed you are a different creature.
You are no longer afraid.
You watch, still half asleep,
How dawn ignites a room;
His rough head and body curled
In awkward fashion can but please.
His face is puffed with sleep;
His body once distant from your own
Has by the dawn been changed,
And what little care you had at first
Within this one night has grown.
You smile at how those things that troubled you
Were quick to leave,
At how in their place has come a peace,
A rest once beyond imagining.
Your bodies linked, you hardly dare to move;
A new thought has now obsessed your brain:
‘Come the light,
He might again have changed.’
And what you feel
You are quick to name,
And what you feel
You are quick to cage.
You watch, still half asleep,
How dawn misshapes a room;
And all your confidence by the light is drained
And still his face,
His face is still transformed.
She grew careless with her mouth.
Her lips came home in the evening numbed.
Excuses festered among her words.
She said one thing, her body said another.
Her body, exhausted, spoke the truth.
She grew careless, or became without care,
Or panicked between both.
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