EUGENE DUBNOV

by heytherewildflower

translated from Russian


Lips
What is the structure of lips
That take care of sounds,
That can wait and be silent?
Yesterday I was mastering words
And kissing lips lightly–
Their loving weakness
Now remains on my own
Hardworking lips,
Exacting, as if forever,
My terrible punishment.

“While there is time and you are able, because when blue has left the edges of its objects as if the world were bleached of it, when the wide blue eye has shut down for the season, when there’s nothing left but language…

watered twilight, sour sea…sing and say…despite the belly ache and loneliness, new bumpled fat and flaking skin and drunkenness and helpless rage, despite dumps, mopes, Mondays, sheets like dirty plates, tomorrow falling toward you like a tower, lie in wait for that miraculous moment when in your mouth teeth turn into dragons and you do against the odds what Demosthenes did by the Aegean: shape pebbles into syllables and make stones sound…”

W. Gass