SABBATH

For the young springs "frozen" by the winter of the 22 of
December 1989 (our Revolution)

  A BING-bell was waking me in sleep,
Another-BANG was taking me to the scaffold,
To Jerihon I was aiming in my sleep,
But I denied it was of mine herald.

It was more short than a foreboding,
- Another way I want it was to be,
From heavy-road, just my over feeling
Was resurrecting me in former "be".

It was to die and life I still not whispered
It was to crush myself from pavement,
Outside, in spring, Ive just was flourished
And much I wished to stay, just one moment

I wished to leave an opened cant
To can I look from outside when I long,
At table with a tome my cruel Bacchant,
Was waiting me the every day triphtong.

To penetrate when Moon will be to lure
The passing thought which still was shine
Heraldic sign on midnights map, so pure,
Was waiting me to see from time to time.

No way I wanted be completely NOT,
To leave in heap what still to overrun I wouldnt,
Was chaining me in undisered plot
Just dear words without hear them I couldnt.

Two cherubs wanted to deceiving me,
I still didnt want to be agree,
Through clouds, the pixies tried to lure me
And loose my steps in haze of memory.

And how as much I was so strongly bound
From everything, with long, I was remind,
It was to see just at the Sabbath,
When couldnt speak with language-blind.

It was to die and life I still not whispered
- I only lived with eights and with the halves,
From breathers who arround me they breathered,
There left with me, as fellows, the seraphs.

It was to crush myself from pavement,
The heavy sand was overwhelmed in grave,
From Romes, the palm of hand incandescent,
Was spoke behind my life the letter-flame.

Outside, in spring, Ive just was flourished,
A soliloqui sung in living fly,
From tomes, Ive just been budded
Preface of a single verb: to versify

And much I wished to stay, just one moment
To be enjoyed with gift of silent plant,
But time was that who said: No more torment
For stay and versify in night of the Sabbath!.

It was to die and life I still not whispered,
It was to crush myself from pavement,
Outside, in spring, Ive just was flourished
And much I wished to stay, just a moment

A BING-bell was waking me in sleep,
Another BANG was taking me to the scaffold,
To Gehinnom I was aiming in my sleep,
But I denied it was of mine herald

May '91