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Original poetry and translations of poetry. © Warren M Tang.
they sat for you
waited for you
craved for
your attention
as much as
those numberless
lovers did
that was
your other art —
seduction
and now
they tell their stories
about your genius
and their pains
among other things
(Originally published 14th October 2013)
the rain has stopped for you
as you lie there gleaming white
beneath the once more ancient sun
across my wide-field of vision
and people walk all over you
like men in gulliver but still
you lay there lazy
under the strange
grey summer sky of
two thousand thirteen
our day’s trek a daze trek
daughter and son
climb the steepest
part of you while we take
the easy route up
your naked young leg
perfect for black & white art
sexy as the grains
of your worn down
washed up pristine earth
Children trade punches
As parents trade gossip
In the stifling gym heat
i walk the path
that many have walked
for a millennium
watched over
by the green life
the network
beneath my soles
the quiet over sphere
the pulsing
under the surface
connecting but
separating us
all at once
led by my dog yet
constrained by my lead
i am now convinced
she knows infinitely more
about the world than me
your life in forty volumes
shows you had your art
from almost the very beginning
it only takes one word
an adjective perhaps
or an emotive one
to change the meaning
of the work, to give it
a nuance not found otherwise
be it a few pages or a hundred
unmistakably it was always there
and forty volumes later
you have had enough
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