After Light the Fire

- a solo nijuin renku - English version by Liviu Martinescu the first butterfly erupting crater or sap at work in the grove a mountain sprig on fire two irises in bloom the flames of those feathers illuminate the cup of our last tea the book as well as the candle transgress reality winter moon a spark of burning ice over things from the past from the depths of the mirror render me this person to the snow in your absence moths swirl round my eyesight the spurt of o symphony advancing in a mass of wax sacred scarabaeous that can only survive by devouring itself how the passage of thoughts through the lamp bulb can hurt two suns for one town in a subterranean star space is no more how the rainbow soaks up the light of angels giving the wheel a spin I could see against the spikes her dreamlike face the silence of the falling leaf on sizziling shoulders sun-flooded gate the moon bouncing off every blessed chestnut when autumn comes the form takes off to the world of my other self the blind musician warming his hands the red tulips I will only be able to play during that hour the clock utterly lacks home again the wild rose curls round the guitar May wind dilating the fire after the light had its chance